#any audience can relate then that is what makes this story still able to feel fresh and new every single time
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Goodness, jttw will never run out of different ways the story can be expanded. I don’t know if there are any other books like this. I think something that helps is that there’s no ip law and religious people are more relaxed (I mean when Chinese take creative liberties, it gets iffy when it’s non-Chinese).
Xiyouji has been going on strong for nearly 100 years of media! It truly is a work of art that embodies the human spirit and can be adapted and relatable to any generation to any person. Not matter where you are from or how old you are there is always going to be something so human and so touching in Xiyouji that just captures people for years to come.
Here's to another 100 years of Xiyouji media!!
The closest thing I can think of to another book or franchise that is this widely known could be like Shakespeare but that sadly has been teetering in the past few years. I kinda miss the modern adaptions of Shakespearian plays. And they don't even have games so another disadvantage.
It helps that Xiyouji mostly cameos Daoist and Buddhist figures in its story, hence while it does have a lot of religious messages and is a religious pilgrimage leads to a lot of fantastical worldbuilding and a great way for both patheons to be included. The only other story I can think of that has that kind of storytelling in like Dante's Inferno which while it is well-known certainly doesn't have that much of a media presence.
#anon ask#anonymous#anon#jttw#journey to the west#xiyouji#ask#this story can be a comedy or romance or adventure#but it does keep to the lore and worldbuilding around it#you can def tell when any media no matter the genre is still made with love and care#like good example is chinese odyssey like that is a nearly completely different story all together but because it just masters the human#story of xiyouji and of sun wukong that any person who experiences love and lost and the feeling of unable to change your fate can relate#and 1996! that is nearly completely different as well but it captures the characters so WONDERFULLY and there is so much cares that the#audience just falls in love with the series and characters because it feels like not a monster of a week but rather how four individuals#come to love and understand each other through their own character arcs and facing the worst parts of themselves#a story doesn't need to be 100% accurate to be beloved but it does need that care and respect to their characters that people have loved fo#so many years and as long as the characters no matter how silly they could be portrayed or how serious are at their core 'humane' so that#any audience can relate then that is what makes this story still able to feel fresh and new every single time#It will never get old because the story of self-discovery and connecting to other people through hardships will never get old either
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Gabriel vs Chloe/Lila
I used to frequent the Miraculous subreddit (biggest mistake of my life) to see others opinions on Seasons 4 and 5. One question I would see pop up usually is as follows:
Why do people think Chloe/Lila is worse than Gabriel?
The common answer I’ve seen is that bullying and isolation are issues that the audience can relate to, something that’s more down to earth and closer to a viewer’s potential issues. Gabriel, meanwhile, is a supervillain who makes other ridiculously costumed supervillains when they feel bad, his situation was farther out, less relatable, so hammed up at times (cartoon and all) that people would take it less seriously.
And honestly? I completely understood this answer: many viewers’ overwhelming hatred of Chloe and Lila, from what I’ve seen, stemmed from personal relation to their victims, and their own experiences with bullies. It’s completely understandable why people would feel this way.
But then I thought about it for a second, and while I still understand that reasoning, I don’t understand it in any other context.
I mean, I’ve seen people on there genuinely say that Gabriel had more redeeming qualities than them, which confuses me. Lila I kind of understand, I mean we know literally nothing about this character, and the fandom reason of “she lies for attention because her mother is barely home”, which would give her sympathy, was a little… muddled, when it’s revealed she has 3 moms that she’s somehow lying to about being their daughter (what on earth) and has multiple identities. But Chloe? Season 2-3 was showing that she did have redeeming qualities, that she cared about people (few but regardless), she was even able to suck up her own pride when being a hero! Gabriel… He’s an odd case in which the story goes back and forth on whether he’s an awful irredeemable monster, or flawed but sympathetic dad trying his best, while also flip flopping on when exactly they want you to believe as much. Right now? He’s horrible, but the narrative want you to believe he’s just “trying his best” and thinks that he somehow has the room to ask Marinette to “tell Adrien to remember all the times I was a good father” (Marinette should’ve spat on his statue ngl)
Also, Gabriel is a neglectful, dare I say abusive father! Literally mind controls his son and is trying to control him to have the “destiny” that HE wants, not caring about his son at all. He literally pretends to bond with him at one point in Season 5 just so he could give him an alliance ring and walk off smirking, planning on akumatizing him (never brought up again btw). Like, I get that Hawkmoth is more of a hammy cartoon villain, and a lot of those aspect spill into Gabriel (I mean he had a silly stupid number near the beginning of season 5 that I hate to love). But the Gabriel half is genuinely horrible, and those aspects spill into Hawkmoth. Akumatizing, physically abusing your son, and ruining his relationship to akumatize his girlfriend in Chat Blanc, emotionally manipulating him with his dead mother in both Chat Blanc and Ephemeral, literally any time he causes an akuma on purpose by ruining the life of someone he used to be close with or personally knows (the comedian, Andre, anyone working under him), emotionally manipulating his son AGAIN just so he could plan to akumatize him later, locking him up in a white room and emotionally depriving him of everything, literally everything he does in season 5 actually. I understand that some of his more atrocious actions are supervillain things, and that could be more difficult to relate to real life problems. But come on, “neglectful, abusive, controlling parent” is absolutely a real life issue that people have, and it’s a bit strange I haven’t seen that brought up more often
I’m not saying that Chloe and Lila are saints by any means at all! But I am just saying that’s it’s kind of funny that people will say, with their whole chest, that vindictive bullying is actually worse than terrorism and abusing your child, and the idea that the narrative could agree with this scares me
#ml salt#ml writing critical#ml writing salt#ml fandom salt#not much though it’s just crazy to me#gabriel salt#ml chloe#ml lila
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Give me more morally gray characters ...
Let me interrupt my regular program for a brief rant about Downton Abbey and Thomas Barrow… well, not really regular as I've been too busy to watch anything with subtitles for the past few weeks. Instead, I passively binged on Downton Abbey while working.
I love morally gray characters, be it Tantai Jin from TTEOTM or Spike from Buffy. One of my favorite characters is Thomas Barrow from Downton Abbey. (Spoiler Alert, TW // suicide, homophobia, conversion therapy)
Thomas is everything I need in a character ... unhinged, angsty and gay.
I loved him from the first rude line to the last. He starts out as a delightful troublemaker with a cruel streak born of fear, hurt and the desire to be respected, fit in and belong. He is, as Baxter understands so well, his own worst enemy, having perfected self-sabotage over the years.
A supporting character for most of the show, the footman-turned-butler's story is usually prioritized over his character development - meaning the writers know where they want him to end up each season, even if it contradicts previous characterizations. This leaves the audience with a character who can be hard to follow at times.
The writing really got on my nerves at times. From conveniently forgetting his medical training when they want him to despair during his job hunt, to pulling any kind of cunning out of him when they want him to appear changed (and depressed), Thomas is always what the showrunners need him to be, but not necessary what would make sense for his character. I'm still annoyed that they made him go through medical torture in the form of conversion therapy and a suicide attempt, and then glossed over these traumatic incidents in favor of boring other storylines. Or how they portrayed his war injury as an act of cowardice rather than desperation.
What I love about him is that he was still a coherent character who remained a morally gray character (the last film aside, because they sort of forgot to give him any of his character traits back). Thomas would still lash out when he was angry or hurt, would still manipulate others for his own gain, and would still feel wronged by the world. Once the world has brought him to his knees, he understands that he has only himself to blame, and he tries to do better - which has its ups and downs. The Thomas we see in the final and in the films still wants to belong, is still a desperate romantic, but he is also so incredibly insecure in a rather endearing way.
Younger Thomas was rather stiff but dignified, trying to appear immaculate, trying to hide the fact that he felt he was anything but. Once the mask comes off, he goes from being a reluctant cat to being full of nervous puppy energy. As a neurodivergent person who has recently struggled with not being able to masks well, I can relate a little too much to this version of Thomas.
Most characters, that start out as villains, either change completely (like Tantai Jin), their behavior will be excused (like Mo Ran or Spike) or they sacrifice themselves for the greater good to redeem themselves (like Spike). Thomas stays more on less morally gray. We understand the reasons better, why he would lash out at others, and we can feel sorry for him. He had a harder life than most, but that still does not undo the harm he has done to others.
All in all, the last film was a bit of a disappointment for me, mainly because a lot of the characters felt a bit off. I had to watch the film twice to get behind the romance with Guy Dexter. What Guy meets is Thomas desire to be respected as a person, to be seen as worthwhile, to escape the life as decorative wallpaper and to finally have a romantic relationship with someone that is rather enthusiastic about him. A lot of their relationships seems to have developed off-screen, based on Guy knowing who Carson was during his proposal and understanding how uncertain Thomas still feels about his role in the household. I wish them well - but not at the expense of Thomas being excluded from the rumoured 3rd film. I hope it takes place in the USA and we get to see him again!
I really wish we would see more morally gray characters like this, even through a quick look into the fandom of Downton Abbey shows me, that not everybody can handle it.
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Undead Unlcuk ch.186 thoughts
[Just Like Mama Used to Make]
(Contents: thematic analysis - artistic expression)
Before I say anything else, I just want to note how hard that one bystander saying "what the fuck?" made me laugh. That killed me. With how much wild shit the Union gets up to, it's refreshing to see someone not only witness it, but actually acknowledge it. I still wonder how the audience for Feng's martial arts tournament reacted to all of the weird fights
I also want to point out that in this loop, Enjin's iconic ripped hat look is created from him being thrown through the wall of his mother's hospital room. I'm sure there was some cool story to it originally, but nope, this time he just...biffed a landing, s'all. As usual, no dignity in this series
Onto the chapter, I figured that this chapter was going to continue to expand on the idea of togetherness using food as a symbol like last week, but nope! We're movin' on! Instead of examining how the act of eating can deepen bonds, this week we're examining the difference between mass appeal and individual experience
Enjin's ramen, made with refined technique, is "objectively" good food that pretty much anyone will say is tasty, but aside from the opportunity for custom orders like "extra toppings" or "light on the X," the overall dish is always the same. Without any direct input, Enjin will always produce the same meal, with the expectation that it's so high quality that no one could possibly dislike it. This approach is not necessarily wrong, as consistency is an important factor in food service, but it does mean that if there's any one factor that any one customer doesn't like, they won't end up enjoying it because it doesn't match with their personal taste
It's kind of like if a manga starts out with one of the main leads sexually harassing the other. Sure, the manga as a whole may be great, possibly even the best among its contemporaries, but some people just aren't going to be able to get past that initial bad taste in their mouth. No matter how good the end product is, someone is going to slip through the cracks
Someone isn't going to be able to stand how hot the broth is, someone isn't going to like the mushrooms or the bamboo shoots, and someone isn't going to appreciate seeing a girl get groped by a man whose dick is flopping in the wind. This is an unavoidable truth in the creative process: there is no such thing as perfect. There will always be flaws, and there will always be detractors, but there will also always be fans willing to stand by the art and declare that it's their absolute favorite
This is where Fuuko's ramen comes in: even if only two people out of...what, fifty people(?) liked it, what matters is that the person it was meant for liked it. The point was to show Enjin that no amount of refinement would be able to capture everyone's hearts, but any amount of consideration would capture the heart of the one person it's meant to. Luckily there was another person present who fit in that same niche to drive the point home, but even without that child, I think Enjin would have gotten the point
When it comes to art, you sometimes need to ignore the instinct to try to appeal to anyone and instead focus on creating the thing that you want, the thing that will make you happy. You will run the risk of alienating basically everyone, but by being honest and forthright in how you express yourself, you'll eventually find someone who your work truly resonates with
Fuuko's touch-starved isolation, Andy's hedonistic depression, Billy's stoic responsibility, Rip's dual loves...these aren't things that everyone can relate to, even if they can sympathize. But to someone who feels isolated, who tries to fight against crushing despair with a plastered smile, who bears the weight of the world on their shoulders, or knows what it's like to love more than others say they should, these things will all ring true, and make that reader feel like someone, somewhere finally understands, like someone said all the things they wish they could if they only had the talent or the time
To me, this chapter isn't about cooking, it's about the act of creation. It's about the act of sharing your soul with the world around you and knowing that you resonated with even just one person, and knowing that that one person's world has changed for the better. It's about the act of receiving a piece of someone and being able to smile back at them, telling them that the message has been received
Maybe this won't be what anyone else sees. Maybe this chapter will come across as lukewarm to somebody, maybe even to most people. Maybe it was mediocre at best to someone and they'd prefer something with a bit more of a kick. But someone, maybe just one person, was able to really sink their teeth into this one and savor all of the ingredients, the love and the care that went into creating this piece. Someone was moved to tears, and someone looks at the world just a little differently now thanks to this chapter
Until next time, let's enjoy life
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Sunshine By My Side - a few answers
I've gotten quite a few questions about Sunshine By My Side. People want to know what it's about, what I think of it, whether I recommend it, etc. so here's some info related to the questions I've been getting. I apologize for not answering your asks individually.
About the Series
Sunshine By My Side is currently available on iQIYI with English subtitles. The first several episodes are available for free at 720p, while VIP subscribers are able to access more episodes earlier, at 1080p.
It hasn't yet appeared on WeTV international.
While there is a romantic storyline, this series is considered a 'life drama', not an idol romance like Oath of Love. It covers major life and workplace issues in a serious way and is intended to appeal to a much broader audience from a wider age range.
Contrary to popular belief, it isn't based on an original screenplay. It is an adaptation of a 2017 Taiwanese drama called My Dear Boy (this is confirmed in the credits of Sunshine By My Side).
Here is a synopsis of Sunshine By My Side (from MyDramaList):
Of course, the two stories will not be identical. There will have been some changes made to adapt it to the approach this new series wants to take.
Jian Bing (Bai Baihe), a well-known advertising director, and Sheng Yang (Xiao Zhan), a newcomer in the industry, randomly crossed paths inside a restaurant one day. One has just ended a marriage, while the other was waiting for a love to finally fall apart. These two strangers eventually developed a bond and began embarking on a journey of sublime growth and budding romance. With the company of Sheng Yang, Jian Bing was able to gain her confidence back both in life and in love whereas Sheng Yang grew up from a young and carefree youth to one with a keen edge under the guidance and encouragement of Jian Bing. The two healed each other, grew up together, and overtime learned to love one another.
However, challenges in life are inevitable. Faced with their differences both in their identities and experiences, objections towards their relationship within their families, and rumors in the workplace escalating, Jian Bing and Sheng Yang finally decided to let their future play out through the course of time. Three years passed, allowing them to grow and change for the better. A lot of their firsts were spent with each other, and this trust they held and the experiences they shared back then went around and finally found them, making them gravitate towards each other again.
Here's a trailer:
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My Thoughts
As for whether I recommend it or not, I haven't actually seen any of it yet so I can't give you an informed recommendation. However, I have been really looking forward to this series because the story looks good, the female lead is a well known and well respected actor with real talent, and the script writers and director are also well respected.
I have a feeling this is going to be a good series. The feedback I've heard so far from people who are watching it has been solidly positive. So yes, I would recommend it based on all of that.
And ultimately I think it's worthwhile to watch as many projects of theirs as we can - even the bad ones *coughoathoflovecough* - because even when a story totally sucks and is poorly told, we still get to see how they approach certain roles, we learn more about their experiences and growth as actors, and we can talk about their projects from a well-informed perspective.
Nothing annoys me more than when fans shit-talk shows they haven't even seen. If you haven't seen it, you haven't yet earned that privilege, my friend. 😅
Anyway, I hope you all get a chance to see it, and that you enjoy it. I will be watching it eventually, when I have time. I will also be writing a review of it once I'm finished.
I hope this answers most of your questions. If I missed anything, please feel free to send in another ask.
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Thoughts on Barbie - Feminism, Power Fantasies, Isekai, & Existentialism - SPOILERS!
I really like how the feminism in Barbie is actually kept simplistic. I don’t think the feminism in it needs to be super layered to make for an excellent and engaging movie, especially due to how Barbie the Movie, itself, is structured.
Of course the feminism presented in it is rather simplistic in nature. This makes sense since this is Stereotypical Barbie’s first exposure to feminist ideology and thoughts. She was a doll with a very childlike understanding of how the world works and functions. This also makes sense, since the Barbies in general are all toys geared at young girls. Their world is a reflection of the fluffy promises and hopes that we, as adults, feed to young children (especially girls). This idea that they can be anything and do anything.
But the reality is much more messy and complicated than that. We see the Barbies (and Kens) beginning to understand this towards the end of the movie - after they have all been “touched” by the Real World. They have engaged with Gloria and Sasha and the CEO of Mattel and so on and so forth. There is now no instant change in ideology (like what we see happen when Ken brings over patriarchy to Barbie Land), instead, we see the sort of social change that happens in the Real World - slow moving and made in small intervals. But, at the same time, we see Stereotypical Barbie and Ken working through more complex ideas and emotions surrounding feminist thoughts and ideologies.
I also feel like it was less the feminism itself that makes the movie stand out in a way, but the way they present it. They don’t hide it behind a dark and grim story, they don’t have it being presented just generally to the audience or subtlety hinted at - instead the movie is bright and colorful and silly - and we have two older women (Gloria and Ruth) guiding younger women (Sasha and the Barbies) through the ups and downs of womanhood. Right, Sasha is a teen girl in the Real World who is starting to understand more and more of life’s complexities, but still missing some of the time and experience that can add more nuance and understanding to many areas of life. While Barbie is like a young adult woman - a college girl that is just getting ready to graduate and really head out into the actual Real World.
So it’s all about being able to relate (whether in a big way or a small way) to the shared experiences that are being depicted on the screen. It’s a movie created by a woman specifically for women (and yes, that includes trans women - the Youtuber, Kat Blaque, who is a trans woman, did a review of Barbie where she talked about the trans rep and how they got it right - I’ll link her video below). It is speaking directly to us women. All of us.
Which also gets me into thinking about power fantasies, isekai (and reverse isekai) a genre that is about “normal human ends up in a fantasy land,” with the reverse being that a fantasy being (usually of some high power or standing) ending up in the normal human world, and how men and women tend to play into these narratives.
Many power fantasties that we see tend to involve men - even the ones aimed at women - such as the take I’ve seen of how “teen girl x immortal (usually male) being” in YA novels is about girls seeing themselves in a place of emotional power over men. Superhero narratives are all about normal people gaining superhuman powers - usually in a way that makes them physically stronger - and these all tend to play into male power fantasies and gazes, even when the superhero is a woman. Even if they may touch on feminist ideologies, the way the power fantasy element is handled is still very different from what we see here in Barbie.
In Barbie, we follow Stereotypical Barbie. She is like that ordinary human. Nothing about her really stands out and she doesn’t have any amazing job. That being said, there are elements about her existence that we, as humans, would find to be almost superhuman or advantages over us - never aging, never dying, being able to float from the top of your house right into your car, etc. But, Stereotypical Barbie herself, like within her own world, doesn’t hold any kind of power or high standing. Her journey into the Real World is essentially a reverse isekai.
In the end, Barbie chooses to stay in the Real World and become a human. She chooses the more flawed existence over the more perfected one (or seemingly perfected one anyway). And I think it is the moments that touch on this aspect of Barbie’s journey which is what makes the movie so special to so many women. Not necessarily the Feminism 101 aspect, which is just an element to Barbie’s journey into womanhood. It’s Barbie seeing the elderly lady next to her on the bench and seeing the beauty in her. It is Barbie meeting Sasha and Gloria and learning from them about how hard life is for women in the Real World still. It is Barbie’s talks with Ruth. Quiet and introspective and filled with a soft patience that comes with age and life. And it is Barbie seeing and experiencing all of these things and then choosing to become human and live in the Real World.
Not because of men. Not because of romance. Not because of any sort of power fantasy that engages in a male gaze and perspective. But because of the women she has met in the Real World. The connections she made with them and the hopes, dreams, and feelings of all girls and women in the Real World.
That’s the moment that makes Barbie so special. That’s the moment that really makes everyone in the theater feel connected, especially the other women and girls present there. That moment is what made the movie for me. The culmination of Barbie’s exploration of existentialists ideologies through a purposefully and specifically woman focused lens.
#Barbie#Barbie the Movie#Barbie spoilers#Barbie 2023#Barbie 2023 spoilers#Barbie meta#thoughts post#long post#feminism#isekai#reverse iseaki#power fantasy#existentialism
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Episode 6: Begin and Again
Beyond the Star, produced by HYBE Media Studio
Why is it titled Begin AND Again and not Begin Again? That was my question. Let's delve...
It opens with Hobi working on PROOF, the anthology album. I'm guessing the clip we see was filmed late 2021. Maybe between October and December. He says the concept of PROOF was to organize their numerous narratives and many other parts of their story.
Recording Yet to Come...
While being interviewed individually, I think the question proposed is what are the thoughts that come to mind when thinking about the past ten years and Tae says this: "The vigor of youth, our time as young boys, the time we didn't receive any acknowledgement, and when we pressed on in spite of that, I think that time was the most passionate moment in my life."
Yoongi said perhaps because of their situation at the time of trying to gain ground in their career, they set very high goals and when they achieved them, they weren't satisfied, they wanted to press on to the next goal and that desire was their strength and their weakness, as he says: "their weapon and the chink in their armor."
Jungkook says he often thinks of what he would have become if it wasn't for BTS. He has received so much positive influence from those surrounding him. He feels very lucky to have met the members and believes BTS and everything related to BTS are what created the path for him to mature as a singer and as a person.
Watching them record Run BTS (the song) was amazing. I love that song and watching them have fun in the studio is a healing sight.
They cherish their youth, their first ten years, their "Chapter 1" but they agree, its time to open a new chapter. Begin and again. The pause of the pandemic and beginning again after it was over. The pause for enlistment and the need to begin again when they are back. A lot of beginnings and agains. Begin the period of personal growth. Become BTS again at some point.
PTD Seoul in March 2021 was a situation where a limited number of attendees would be allowed and they would not be able to stand or cheer or sing along or any of those normal things that audiences do during a live concert. It would be a unique situation and possibly may never happen again in the future of live music concerts.
K-Army were thrilled, nervous, excited.
Waiting to go up on stage for sound check they already notice how quiet it is. They speculate amongst themselves whether Army will accidentally cheer. It's funny because we can see both sides as it happens. Yep, the audience accidentally let out an excited cheer upon seeing BTS for the first time after so long and the members are amused when they hear it.
They get started with sound check and reassure Army that they will get through this together.
In the second half of Ep. 6 each member speaks about their thoughts in this initial period where they are beginning "anew" after the pandemic, after they've achieved everything they have so far, after reflecting back on where they've been. They are doing personal things, Jin is fishing, the rap line working on personal projects, etc.
Yoongi says (at the time of this interview) they don't know what to do next (as a group). This is the beginning of their next chapter. Personally, Yoongi says again for the nth time that nothing goes as planned or expected. He would like everyone to have time to figure it out. He personally needs to reconnect with himself.
One of the moments is when Yoongi is in LA recording his part of the collab with Juice WRLD. He is telling the producer that he doesn't want to ruin Juice WRLD's song and the producer says to him: "you can't ruin it, you are only going to make it better"... Suga of BTS is still coming to understand the status he holds in the music industry.
Hobi tells us he will not waste the time until the group is whole again. He has things he wants to accomplish, personal dreams he wants to fulfill. I believe this is one of the reasons why Jack in the Box was ready first and why he enlisted earlier than the others. He was restless to get back into his work.
Jin is a simple guy. He talked about how (at the time of this interview) they had made it to the top and whatever happened, happened, he just wants all the members to live their lives as they want to. As BTS, he wanted the group to be able to do whatever they and the fans wanted to do. He was simply excited to bring back fresh fish to the team and staff after a day-long fishing trip.
RM says the team was telling each other their thoughts on what BTS could be in their 30s and mentioning he was working with The Neptunes which is Pharrell's duo. I wonder when that collab will see the light of day.
The maknae line was wondering how to find themselves since they have tied their identities to BTS, they don't know who they are yet as individuals and they wonder what it will be like. Jimin says they won't know until they live it.
Yoongi says, this is the time for them to get to know themselves.
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monica im gonna need you to verbalise what the birthday scene did to you because i've been on the lookout for your reaction.. i know youre barely human rn so whenever you feel like it ofc 🥰
PETRI IT'S SO VERY SWEET OF YOU TO WANT TO KNOW MY REACTION TO THE MOST INSANE 20 MINUTES OF TELEVISION EVER PUT TO FILM BUT IM AFRAID I WON'T EVER BE MENTALLY FIT ENOUGH TO PUT INTO WORDS THE AMOUNT OF PAIN SUFFERING TORMENT AGONY ANGUISH SADNESS DESPAIR DEVASTATION DESPONDENCY HEARTBREAK AND DIVINE WRATH I WENT THROUGH WATCHING THAT ENTIRE SCENE LIKE I WAS GENUINELY WHITE KNUCKLING MY WAY THROUGH IT JUST GNAWING ON FURNITURE TO PREVENT MYSELF FROM GOING ON A KILLING SPREE AND PETROL BOMBING THE GMMTV HEADQUARTERS
i also feel like most people came out of the episode bawling their eyes out for mork and wanting to talk about him, and of course im no different, but at the same time im literally genuinely truly sincerely honest to god fr not kidding when i tell you i could spend the rest of my life talking about day and how good (and underrated) of a character he is. the frankly insane amount of thoughts and feelings i have about him basically overshadowed everything else EXCEPT FOR THE MURDEROUS RAGE I FELT TOWARDS AUGUST. and like.. the thing i appreciate the most about p’aof’s characters is that they’re all incredibly complex and nuanced, there are no heroes and no villains in his stories (despite what night says), so i do think that august cares about day and didn’t have any malicious intent, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions and august’s ones were wrapped up in so much ableism and selfishness since the very beginning, because he never really tried to understand day or think about what would actually make day happy, he just tried to lessen his own guilt for all the times he made day wait hours for him to show up, for all the matches he made them lose because his temper flared up, for all the forgotten birthdays, for not returning day’s feelings. i don’t want to hate august but the pity he feels for day and the guilt that stemmed from it ended up making day’s deepest fear come true and hurting him in ways august can’t even imagine AND IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY
mork’s anger was so relatable because mork, just like the audience, knows. he’s the only one who knows, not just about day’s heartbreak, but also about august’s words cutting much deeper than a simple rejection. this is exacly the reason day isolated himself and begged his mom not to tell anyone about him losing his sight, and the worst part is that august said all that to mork as if day wasn’t even there, as if he was invisible. honestly i could write a whole other post just about this scene and mork’s anger and the tear running down mork’s cheek not for himself but for day and day taking mork’s hand to stop him from hurting august and mork LETTING HIM and the hug but im sure other people already did better than i ever could and this is already getting way too long so let’s just say that the mental health crisis intervention team that’s always in the room with me when i watch this show had their hands full trying to sedate me (and to think that this was the better outcome too like.. imagine if mork hadn't come back. imagine if august had just walked away leaving day alone with no explanation whatsoever and no way of getting home by himself. KILLING AND MAIMING AND BITING AND TEARING AND RIPPING AND CLAWING AND STABBING AND PUNCHING AND KICKING AND MURDERING)
this mess with august is also making me both appreciate and hurt for day and gee’s friendship because she’s the only person from day’s past who isn’t treating him any differently and who is genuinely trying to understand him, and day TRUSTED her, when he needed someone and mork wasn’t there she is the one he called out for, which is HUGE, but he still isn’t ready to fully open up to her and you can tell this is hurting gee a little because she just wants to be there for him, especially after not being able to for an entire year. unlike everyone else, tho, she respects day’s boundaries and is gonna wait for him to come to her when he’s ready, so it pains me to think that what happened with august might push day towards isolation again (like i know mork isn’t gonna let that happen, but i think day is gonna have a hard time hanging out with other people again, at least for a while) WHICH IS WHY I NEED GEE TO DO WHAT DAY STOPPED MORK FROM DOING AND SLAP SOME SENSE INTO AUGUST
AND OKAY LIKE LET’S TALK ABOUT MORKDAY EVEN IF THINKING ABOUT THEM FOR TOO LONG MAKES ME WANT TO THROW MY WHOLE ASS SELF DOWN A WELL AND DROWN IN 5 CM OF WATER AND ALSO AS WE’VE ALREADY ESTABLISHED IM CLEARLY VERY BIASED TOWARDS DAY EVEN IF I DO TRY TO BE AS OBJECTIVE AS POSSIBLE BUT ALSO LISTEN. people out there blaming day for not falling at mork’s feet right away and hurting mork’s feelings by preferring august (which is not entirely true btw) can meet me in the pit and i don’t wanna get into this here since im just rambling and digressing from what you originally asked way too much, but the point is. people look at this as if emotions are completely clear cut and day can’t both have residual feelings for august and some blooming ones for mork that he isn’t fully aware of, and also everyone seems to forget that day can’t see and mork is his caretaker and he has no idea how much of mork being nice to him is mork actually liking him or mork just doing his job. all of this to say that MY BOY DAY WAS THRILLED AT THE IDEA OF SPENDING HIS BIRTHDAY WITH MORK OKAY??????? HE WAS HAPPY AND EXCITED AND GIFTED MORK HIS FAVORITE PERFUME AFTER SPRAYING IT ON HIM (i could act like a 12 years old and make a joke about day spraying himself on mork since the name of the perfume is ‘day time’ but i won’t because im better than that) [no im not] AND COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT EVER KNOWING SOMEONE NAMED AUGUST. so to hear mork say that he went there as a matchmaker probably was yet another thing that confused day so much about mork’s intentions (and it also had me on the floor recreating the collective wailing scene from midsommar but that’s a different matter)
and like don’t get me wrong, i have no doubts that letting day go with august was probably one of the hardest most painful things mork ever had to do and that the only reason he was actually able to go through with it is because he thought that august was where day’s happiness laid. it was also extremely painful to see mork alone in the background throughout the entire episode, unsure of where he stands in day’s life and feeling like he has no right to claim a place next to him, and day definitely had some part in making him feel like that but i also think that mork was so wrapped up in his own emotions (understandably so) that he didn’t really listen to all the times day was asking him to stay. "not a boss. let's just say im a friend", "why didn't you join us for dinner?", "so will you tell me now what you're going as if not my caretaker?". day may not be sure of his own feelings or how to define his relationship with mork, but he does know that mork belongs right next to him, and seeing day looking for mork and not finding him was just as painful as mork once again not being able to give the damn sunflower to day LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW MANY MORE SUNFLOWERS ARE WE GOING TO GO THROUGH BEFORE IT FINALLY GETS TO DAY STOP THIS MADNESS
AND DON’T EVEN LET ME GET STARTED ON THE SYMBOLISM OF IT ALL AND HOW - JUST LIKE AT THE BEGINNING THEY BOTH WERE THE UNHAPPY PRINCE AND THE UNTAMED FOX IN NEED OF A FRIEND WHO WOULD TAKE THE TIME AND EFFORT TO UNDERSTAND -THEY NOW BOTH ARE THE SUN AND THE SUNFLOWER CHASING THE LIGHT THAT MAKES IT VISIBLE BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN TRULY SEE EACH OTHER AND HOW ALL OF THIS TIES WITH THE KISS HAPPENING AS THE SUN RISES OR I WILL START MAKING RABIS-RIDDLED CREATURE NOISES
im very likely forgetting so many things i wanted to say and that are worth mentioning but this already enough of a mess and i’ve also reached that point of insanity where i need to go meditate in a sensory deprivation chamber to come down from the sheer manic energies that thinking about this show has me going on SO. let’s just leave it at that
IN CONCLUSION. RIP ME
#NOT A SINGLE COHERENT THOUGHT FOUND THIS IS BASICALLY JUST STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS AT ITS WORSE#AND THIS FRIENDS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER LET ME TALK ABOUT ANY JIMMYSEA/VICE VERSA/LAST TWILIGHT RELATED MATTER#CAN I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS UNSUBSTANTIAL MESS NOW#last twilight the series#petri 🩵#m: ask
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w7 robin is creepy. most creepy thing about her is how she refuses to react to any of it. like the most creepy reveal ive ever seen in anything is that robin doesnt even need to be put in seastone handcuffs to listen to the government. shes either completely nonreacting in a way that makes you feel intensely uncomfortable or reacting like she's seen a monster right in front of her that you cant see but shes convinced is there.
when i call robin creepy in water 7 im doing it with the knowledge shes coming off as creepy because she has personality disorders and ptsd, and shes in a triggering situation for her that is partially her fault and partially the governments, (like i genuinely think w7 is the best possible representation of being triggered ive ever seen, i really do fucking intensely relate to robin.)
i think the reason i feel so comfortable in calling her creepy on this blog despite the fact i have never been comfortable doing so in reference to any other character with that level of trauma is that the reason she's creepy in water 7 is not from a point of alienation?
i always used to think "having a mentally ill person be bad means they get nagito komaedaed" and what i meant by that is they get alienated from the narrative. its a thought i had specifically after seeing persona 5s akechi play out (that game should on paper be way more sympathetic and not alienating towards akechi than it is) and it was the best representation ive seen of someone being bad and mentally ill that i had seen up until that point, but he still gets nagito komaedaed.
as in, i feel he gets alienated from the audiences perspective and you are supposed to view him as a horror monster rather than a character. akechi is kind of like progressive nagito komaeda.
so when i call robin creepy, i mean that in the sense i don't think her perspective gets alienated from the audience. (in the nagito komaeda way) i think you're supposed to always view her as a friend and someone close to you. which i think is where the good horror comes from in regards to how she acts in water 7. you fundamentally couldn't have the horror of her situation impact you as much as it does in w7, without the understanding extended to her.
the story water 7 is about a lot of things, but most of them can be captured in "when mentally ill people do bad things because they're mentally ill" and i struggle really bad when i'm perceived as creepy or monstrous because of how i act in regards to my mental illness, being able to conceptualize someone seeing me as creepy even when they love me and are close to me or even because of it helps with that a lot. and there's naunce to it too, because in canon robin also has people perceiving her as a literal demon child and that from other people is coming from a horrible place.
this also leads me into how great of a title "demon child" is for her, because she allows herself to be defined by that trauma for the majority of her life and the title reflects that. both how she lets other people define her by it and herself.
#modposts#its another “one piece fixed me” post#meta#nico robin#water 7#enies lobby#sometimes the solution is “yeah youre that negative thing and thats okay”#instead of denying that you embody that at all#thats another theme of w7/enies lobby
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Heya! I wanted to ask about your fic, "Moths Fly In Packs", that I wanted to know for a while. Forgive me if it was answered or not:
What was your main inspiration for the actual story? Was it just a Rise AU? Did you automatically create Salena for this story? I wanna know the origins of story and what got you writing the first chapter!
Heyyyyy bestie how's it goinnnnn~
Aight so this is actually one of my favorite things to talk about cuz my ass cannot shut up about this fic but it was quite a few things that got mushed together to create the fic
First off, it was originally gonna be a comic! I just got heavily back into Rise after watching the movie in January 2023 and yk the show was cancelled for a while now. I really missed the show and already read through like every headcanon, x reader, and whatever the fuck I could find at the time so to satiate myself, I decided to make a story of my own! That was kinda already the drill for me anyway; if there's a piece of media I adore that never got the love it deserved, I continue the story myself
It was gonna be a comic focused with the boys as the main characters just like the show and would be seen as a continuation. I wasn't planning on releasing it any time soon since ya know... comic but Salena was indeed still gonna be in the story. She was just gonna be a more minor character? Not background, more like on the same level as April or Splintz; pops up often but not always
And then I realized that was a stupid fucking idea cuz no way in hell I would ever survive the torture of making comics :D I don't even enjoy making em for the most part so yk-
I had a different idea on the side. I was thinking it'd be interesting to have a separate fic version of the story but told from Salena's perspective so the audience would understand her more. But then as I kept developing the story, I realized this was the more interesting version anyway! I had a shit ton of ideas and a lot of topics I could critique and commentate on. It was genuinely fucking interesting the more I looked at it, even tho I was hella nervous no one would care for my random ass OC enough to accept them as the main character over the boys-
On a more personal note, I was going through a lot of shit prior to rejoining Rise which made my senior year of high school get a very depressing start. But in a way, watching the movie and the show saved me. Not even exaggerating, this show's done a lot for me than I'll ever be able to express. When I thought about making the fic and settled on it being the story I tell, I wanted to express all my feelings and hardships I've been through. I wanted to explore them through Salena and externalize a lot of the messages I learned and Rise felt like the perfect outlet for that; the characters just genuinely fit
That's the real reason why I had the first chapter out in like a month or two. I wasn't even sure whether to post it, it was entirely an impulse move. But I don't regret it one bit
I really do hope this story find the people I want it to. People who felt just as alone as I did, I want them to know they aren't. There are people out there who understand, who've been through the same, and who've survived and gone onto thriving. I wanted Salena to feel relatable to them since she's quite literally the first character I've made who's truly based off of myself
On the flip side, I also hope it'll reach people who have no idea what I'm talking about and haven't ever experienced what Salena has. I want this story to be an opportunity for them to step into someone else's shoes and learn how to empathize. That was why I loved books as a kid; they helped me learn to empathize. So maybe, my story can do the same. Help people to empathize with folks like Salena who are struggle and have no idea how to say so
Sorry for the long ass ramble. I genuinely do believe the origins of this fic is extremely interesting so I really love talking about it ;w;
Cheers to Chapter 9 finally being out!
#save rottmnt#rottmnt#rottmnt fanfiction#rottmnt asks#ask box#rottmnt moths fly in packs#rottmnt mfip#mfip asks#rambles#rottmnt rambles#fanfic recs#fanfic ramble#fanfic ramblings
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Skykid OCs :]
More under the cut !
Abalone
Season: The Little Prince
A curious but shy skyfolk that loves nothing more than to explore ruins. Their flight is pretty mediocre, but they make up for it with efficient swimming. The dark plants growing from their body are a result of regularly diving through darkness a bit too often. They make their body heavier, a liability when flying, but useful when trying to dive deeper. Fortunately they are harmless in this state, simply growing on Abalone and not within. Still needs a regular trimming though, just in case. It’s unwise to play with darkness after all.
Like a few other skyfolk, they sometimes have dreams about a past life. Likely an explanation to the feeling of déjà-vu they may feel in some parts of the kingdom... Something their travel companion, the Bird Keeper, can relate to, albeit for different reasons.
The Bird Keeper
Season: Flight
A strange skyfolk, they are friendly but do not seem to be able or want to talk. They are uncannily great at mimicking birds and other light creatures... and that’s because they originaly were one.
By a stroke of luck (for them), the shard that split a skyfolk named Vigil in two while descending back to the kingdom was where their memories (and thus significant fragments of their soul) were trapped. They ended up landing in the Wind Paths with just enough to take on the shape of a skyfolk, not even their true form but at least they were free. They are now looking for elder birds that could remain in the kingdom, so they are often found exploring with other skyfolk such as Abalone or Robin.
Robin
Season: Dreams
Talented musician, Robin enjoys travelling around the realms to play to any audience that might find them. They regularly show up in the Village Theater to improvise or be an extra, but when they find the crowds too tiring, they can also enjoy some solitude in scenic places such as their cosy little hideout in the Hermit Valley or the Starlight Desert. Oftentimes, they go back to the Prairie to visit Basil, an old friend, and the skykids that they are watching over. They keep themselves busy with music, but their meanderings often follow those of interesting characters as they like to know the latest findings, stories... or gossips if nothing interesting was uncovered below the parting clouds.
Basil
Season: Sanctuary
A very laidback skyfolk that seldom leaves the Prairie, often found under their tarp in the butterfly fields helping other skyfolks make flowers out of light offerings for the spirits. Their easygoing nature and relative ease to find often means a few younger skykids hang around them to play or ask advice to. They don’t really mind, though they appreciate when their friends come over to distract them. Especially Robin, who always has something new to bring from their travels, and enjoys quiet company when Basil is low on words.
They gave up on finding Vigil, the one that took care of them when they were a moth themselves.
Wake
Season: Flight
While the Bird Keeper fell in the Wind Paths, what remained of Vigil’s body crashed in the Isle with much less light than they should have...
The trauma was so intense that they were left pretty weak from the experience. Mourning lost power and memories, they hide away in the Forest, ushering skykids and skyfolks through the rain as a distraction until they find out what to do to heal. For now, they’ll be the kind-hearted guide sharing what little light they have, that umbrella of theirs is big enough for two. Robin sometimes visits them to play duets and pass the time.
They avoid the Bird Keeper.
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Host: (...) We talked about your new TV programme which will be broadcasted next year, which is called...
Bård: Ylvis mot Ylvis. I apologize for the name but it´s decribing in a way. The TV-channels like it very much if the programme titles contain our name.
(...)
To be fully honest: I am ashamed of that. But I always was, regarding all the programmes that were named after us. Which are all. I think that is difficult.
Host: why do you think that´s difficult?
Bård: I don´t want to publish the brand... or shout out my name. That´s not who I am.
Host: are you tired of the name "Ylvis"?
Bård: yes absolutely. I think it´s...
Host: but what would you like instead? Ylvisåker? Would your whole name be better?
Bård: no there is nothing that would be better but I would prefer if it was named after the concept. But I understand that it would be more secret that way. So I understand the market value in it. But personally I am not a fan.
Host: are you tired of being a product? Are you tired of being a brand? I rarely had guests which are a brand but Ylvis are a brand, in fact.
Bård: I think for a long time I was very embarressed of that. I remember that during the first 10 years of our career we performed in front of elderly women in Tønsberg and did revue and things that no one at our own age had any relation to.
I was very embarressed and felt a bit ashamed about that.
Host: you did?
Bård: yes absolutely When we called P3 as a first step towards reaching our own target audience, I thought when they heard the word "Ylvis" they kind of... they said that they didn´t think...
Host: because you were the revue-princes?
Bård: yes they were like "you can maybe go to P1 and sing something there"
Host: that was the reaction you got?
Bård: yes
Host: Did you want to have your own show actually?
Bård: yes we had changed our management and they had asked "what would you two like to do?" and back then we had been programmed to think that you can´t just do what you would like to do. You have to do what you get an opportunity for.
And he, who still is our manager, was very good at asking "but in the best case scenario: What do you two really, really want the most?". And after a while we figured out that it would be fun to create a radio programme for people at our age. But we can´t do that. P3 would never let us in.
He said "ok, then we do that." And we were like "no, no that´s so embarressing"
So he called and said "Ylvis is interested in creating a radio show" and P3 answered: "we don´t think that is the right thing".
- "yes but let them create a pilot"
- "ok, one."
and so we created a pilot and they were very excited about it. The content that we were allowed to talk about to the audience did fit very well.
(...)
I think that the reason why I don´t like the name is that I still feel a bit ashamed since back in the days. I feel like it sounds like a christian revue duo.
from Metallista podcast episode 100
time stamp: https://youtu.be/hC5KmyBI8gU?t=3074
This part right here broke my heart a little bit 🥺. It´s not the first time that it was mentioned that they did not like what they were doing in the first few years of their career and that they felt ashamed of it. But knowing that this period affected Bård so much that he still has a negative relation to the name Ylvis til this day, that´s so sad. 😕 I think there is nothing to be ashamed about. They took advantage of a unique opportunity when they were younger and then at some point found their very own style, had the courage to make a big change and became extremely successfull, creating one piece of entertainment gold after another, filling big concert venues ect.
Their story is inspiring, encouraging and fascinating. 🌟 An so many of us adore them for who they were and who they did become.
I hope that one day Bård might be able to look back at their past and can feel pride about their progress instead of shame. ❤❤❤
me rambling....
#Ylvis quotes#Bard Ylvisaker#Ylvis#Metallista podcast#2023#some of my thoughts#fandom#Ylvis brothers
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Can I just say that i really love Big City Greens? It’s legit one of my favorite cartoons ever, it’s just always so funny and heartwarming and wholesome. It always puts a smile on my face whenever I watch ^v^
But what I really admire about it is just how well the show does it’s storytelling. Every time I wonder “well, what are they gonna do now?”, the BCGs crew surprises me with new stories and potential that I never would’ve expected or thought about, bringing in fantastic new themes and lessons that I appreciate them teaching to their audience.
I also just love that they managed to end the season giving their characters the best of both worlds without it feeling like a total gimme. Like, is it a bit idealized and unrealistically? Yeahhh probably, but it’s a cartoon so, duh. THE POINT IS it makes sense with the characters, and it works well enough that it still feels satisfying.
I just love how well they set up Nancy being able to manage things, and I love how they portrayed the Greens as people who now have their hearts in two places - something I’m sure a lot of people can relate to, whether that’s moving between two different environments, two different cities, two different countries, etc.
Everytime there’s a big status quo change, the BCGs crew does such a great job setting it up and having it make sense (and all the great lessons and themes that come with these changes and stories) and it’s just so admirable.
So yeah, I love that we’re getting more adventures in the country as well as the city (I wonder if we’re gonna alternate between the openings depending on where the ep takes place, or if we’ll get a whole new opening for s4 all together).
I really can’t wait for the movie and the next season - which, judging by how Disney typically runs their cartoons, will probably be it’s last season since I can’t recall any Disney cartoon that’s lasted longer than 4 seasons - I just know it’s gonna be great! ^v^
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Yeah I agree with the last anon. I definitely don’t think all stories should be catered to us but it is kind of laughable to see the amount of unfiltered misogynistic discourse directed towards her and people consuming these stories always rooting for her to die so that him and the wattpad-esque OC can end up together. It’s definitely a trend and as the anon said, very much eye-roll worthy and unoriginal. It’s fine if people want to practice their writing skills ofc but a huge part of being a writer is being able to accept criticism and feedback related to the sort of the themes and tropes we use in stories. I think this is oftentimes conflated with “hate” and that’s just not the case. The “evil witch” trope has been around since fairytales existed and I get why people find it lazy because it inherently is.
Hi nonnie, hope you're doing well.
I do not condone this point of view. Every fanfic writer is allowed to create and narrate their own rendition of these stories however they wish. I believe shaming or even 'taunting' these authors is the worst course of action here. In fact, constantly questioning these genres/tropes can sometimes bring them into the spotlight - Lucemond and Jonsa are two great examples! I personally read stories filtered under both of these tags and have met with a great deal of pushback from other shippers for liking or even promoting these stories on my page. Fanfic writers put in a great deal of time and energy into writing these stories for free, without seeking any financial gain from their readership. Therefore, there is no significant loss for a reader who may dislike a story. While art is certainly open to criticism and interpretation, it's different from critiquing a more financially incentivized book or film aimed at a wider audience.
Secondly, I understand why you feel so exasperated - it is disheartening to witness the frequent rejection of Alys' character. I'm more sympathetic to those who view her as a victim in this dynamic - something of a 'war trophy' for Aemond. What really irritates me is how some downplay Aemond's power in the relationship, making him out to be a victim. If Ewan's portrayal hadn't gotten so much traction, I don't think many people would have even noticed Alys' role in his storyline - or perhaps they'd be applauding her for 'bewitching' him and ultimately sending him to his death.
That being said, I don't think fanfictions are the main issue here. Do people make Alys into an evil temptress and diminish her role as the other woman? Yes! However, we have yet to see her appear onscreen and we're still unaware of what direction the show will go in. With recent rumors that Nettles and Daeron may not make an appearance (which I'm desperately hoping isn't true), many Alysmond shippers are now concerned that Alys will be given the original arc between Nettles/Daemon before Aemond enters the picture. If this is the case, how fucking disappointing! As an Alysmond shipper, these fanfictions are the least of my worries. Other fanfic writers will keep crafting content for these two in the future - I'm positive of that.
I still believe (hope?) that Alys' character will gain popularity when she's introduced in the show but until then, it's best to maintain a healthy dose of caution when discussing them.
That's all 🤗
#anon asks#aemond x alys#aemond targaryen#alys rivers#alysmond#hotd discourse#shippy discourse#coven convening#alysmond hive
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✖ Quiet Down Pt. 4 (M) ✖
☆ okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! ☆
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3
Word Count: approx. 11k
Pairings (based on each part): haechan x fem reader x renjun
Warnings (based on each part): mature audiences only, explicit language, fingering, oral (female receiving), sq***ting, oral (male receiving), co-worker relations, consensual relations
Preview: For what feels like minutes you stare at Renjun. His face bright red from what you don’t know. Anger, embarrassment, shyness, lust? You can’t tell. His eyes just stare into yours unreadable and unreachable. He takes a tentative step forward. Eyes glued to yours as he makes his way up to you. Gulping you find yourself trying to cover up more. Hand clamping down between your legs while the other wraps around your chest. Coiling in on yourself trying not to show any unnecessary skin. Renjun stands in front of you. Hands at his sides, eyes still clouded over in uncertainty. Bringing his hand up he strokes down over your hair. Instantly tears well up in your eyes. Renjun wraps his arms around you pulling you close to him, shielding you from Haechan. Holding you tight he kisses the top of your head.
“Did he hurt you?” He whispers into your ear.
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Your boss turns around from his assistant eyes wide. “Oh, no, please don’t tell me you were injured as well?! Ms. Johnson, please make note for next year to exclude Tug-of-War,” he sighs. “I can’t bare to be the one who causes you guys’ pain. Let me see,” he instructs Renjun and Charlotte to show him where they were injured.
“I-Injured?” Renjun asks.
“I-Injured?” Renjun asks.
“Yes, that’s why the other two went inside. Seems like your partners’ hands got blistered and raw,” he shivers. “Poor dear…Haechan’s helping her to get all cleaned and bandaged up.”
“He is?” Charlotte looks at Renjun. “Wh-What about the rest of the games?”
“Ah! Yes! Charlotte, you can take your friends place for the rest of the games. I don’t think if she gets back in time, she’ll even be able to participate. I’d hate to have both she and Renjun lose out on a chance to win the luxury suit.”
“It-It’s fine,” Renjun sighs. “It’s just a room, right?”
“NO! I’ll do it!” Charlotte grabs hold of Renjun’s hand. “Thank you so much, sir.” She starts pulling Renjun away before he ruins your chances of staying in the luxury suite. “I know you’re worried about her but we can’t let her down. Last year she ended up in a shitty room. I won’t let her anywhere near a room like that this year.”
Shaking his head Renjun slows down. “It’s not that. How could I have not known? I was behind her the whole time. I should have known…”
“Renjun, calm down, it’s no one’s fault. If I know my girl, she was just trying to do her best and got caught up in the moment. She’ll be fine. Haechan won’t let anything happen to her.”
Scoffing Renjun rolls his eyes, “no, he’ll just flirt with her the whole time.”
Charlotte exhales deeply, hand resting on Renjun’s shoulder. “I know you’re pissed but like they say, ‘no use in crying over spilt milk,’ she’s with Haechan right now and you can’t do anything about it because we need to kick some major ass! I want to stay in that room too and with what we’re about to do,” she points to your boss setting things up. “You’ll both owe me big time!”
Chuckling Renjun nods his head, “so exactly when am I being kicked out of the room?”
“Tomorrow. All day long! From dawn till the next dawn! It will be your little girlfriend,” she wiggles her brows, “Sasha and myself.”
Blushing Renjun walks away, “she’s not my girlfriend...”
“Not yet, but I’m sure she will be…”
Charlotte and Renjun join the others who have made it to the final two games. Jeno and Mia standing next to them looking at Renjun confused. Not able to ask what is going on your boss rushes forward excitedly.
“Okay everyone! We’ve made it to the end! Now, this game is going to be a longer one. You and your partner will need to go over different obstacles and come out at the end either first or second. Ms. Johnson, please explain what they will need to do.”
Stepping forward Ms. Johnson, your boss’ assistant with her large round black glasses and clipboard – that has every teams placements in the games comes forward. “You and your partner will start off here,” she walks to the first post. “One of you will need to grab the baseball bat, spin around exactly ten times, your partner keeping count – when you get to ten you need to run down here,” she jogs down the way where jump ropes are neatly folded. “You will then jump ten times and tag your partner. Then, your partner will need to take the soccer ball, maneuver around the cones and score a goal. Once they have done that, they will need to take the hula hoop by the tree and rotate around you ten times. The teams that finish first and second will move onto the final round.”
Renjun and Charlotte stare at each other shocked. Suddenly, a second round of Tug-of-War doesn’t seem too bad. Charlotte going up to the first section sighs. “You two OWE ME HUGE for this!” She groans. “I’ll go first and you finish off, okay?”
Renjun nods, “got it.”
The other teams get in position, Jeno taking on the last part of the race along with Renjun. Already feeling the pressure Renjun wipes his forehead trying his best not to get psyched out. Keeping a close eye on your boss’ red bandana, Charlotte gets in position. Your boss raises his hand high in the air and just like during the other two games prior, he brings his arm quickly down to his side – the games starting off once again.
Quickly, Charlotte grabs the bat. Twirling around two, five, eight times, until she turns around exactly ten times. Standing up she starts wobbling and tangling her legs together.
“Come on, Charlotte!” Renjun runs alongside her as she rushes forward. “You’ve got this!”
Rushing forward like a bull in a China shop, Charlotte manages to grab the jump rope and start jumping without stumbling. Her hair sticking to her forward as the sun starts to settle in its high noon position. Muscles sore and aching from the previous games she screams out, dropping the rope as she finishes her ten jumps. Tagging Renjun, seconds before Mia tags Jeno, Renjun rushes over to the soccer ball and starts dribbling the ball throughout the cones. Tripping a few times – Jeno takes the lead reaching the goal before Renjun.
“HURRY RENJUN!” Charlotte shouts.
Renjun looks back to find the guy who was your teams anchor during Tug-of-War hot on his trail. Going through the last cone smoothly he rushes the ball down the field stopping at a line that was laid out and with all his might he kicks the ball scoring a goal.
“Great! Hurry! Grab the hula hoop!” Charlotte runs up to him. “Remember ten times!”
“I know! I know!” Frantically, Renjun starts to swivel his hips, the hoop falling to the ground several times. Looking at Jeno, he wasn’t exactly doing mastering the intricacies either. Grabbing hold of the hoop again, Renjun calms himself down and starts swinging his hips, the hula hoop finally managing to stay up, he counts down along with Charlotte.
“Five…seven…nine…ten!!!” Charlotte screams. “We did it!”
Renjun stops the hoop looking over to their boss and assistant who give them both a thumbs up. “We did it!!!” He holds his hand up for a high-five. “Luxury suite here we come!”
“Didn’t think you had it in you,” Jeno claps Renjun on the shoulder. “But you kept up pretty well.”
“Thanks,” Renjun’s ears start to turn pink. “I thought I was a goner with the soccer ball.”
“You were both amazing, Charlotte!” Mia rushes over. “I literally was playing catch up to you the whole time.”
“Well, what can I say?” She shrugs, “lots of crazy drunken times during my university years helps to solidify my talent for walking around dazed and confused.” Both teams crack up at Charlotte’s confession.
“But what happened? Why are you with Renjun?” Mia asks.
“Yeah man, what gives?”
“Uh, well, someone got hurt,” Renjun sighs. “It was during Tug-of-War.”
“Wait, for real?” Mia gasps. “Is she alright? Why aren’t you with her?”
“Haechan saw that her hands were missed up and is helping her right now,” he shrugs.
Jeno’s hand falls from Renjun’s shoulder. Worried he bends down to his ear, “is it really smart to leave Haechan with her?” He whispers.
“Like I had much of a choice…”
“Okay! Our last two teams! Let’s finish these games off so we can all get unpacked and get some lunch!” Your boss shouts. Jeno, Mia, Renjun and Charlotte walk over to the starting line, your boss all the way down the field next to the soccer goal. “Okay, the final game is an easy one. It is, ‘Father, May I?’ A little take on the game ‘Mother, May I.’”
“Well, this should be fun,” Mia sighs. “Nothing like playing a primary school game.”
“Beats getting dizzy again.” Charlotte exhales deeply. “Well let the best team win.”
“Okay, since Jeno’s team won, they will start,” Ms. Johnson instructs. “Whoever gets to the end and taps his shoulder wins.”
Holding his hands to his mouth Jeno starts off the game, “Father, may I take five steps forward?” He shouts.
“YES!” Your boss shouts. Taking exactly five, slightly larger than normal steps, Jeno gets closer to your boss.
“Father, may I take four steps forward?” Charlotte shouts.
“YES!”
“Four?” Renjun gawks at her. “Why didn’t you say six?”
“There’s a certain skill required for this game. You’ll see.” She leaps as far as she can, exactly four steps, coming very close to where Jeno stands.
“Father, may I take six steps forward?” Mia asks.
“NO!”
“Shit…” she curses.
“F-Father, may I take…” Charlotte holds up four fingers. “F-Four steps forward?”
“YES!”
Shocked that he said yes, Renjun takes four steps. One-by-one, the game continues. Trying to figure out exactly how many steps they should ask, Renjun and Charlotte end up slightly behind Jeno and Mia at the half-way point. Their boss showing signs of stubbornness when both teams call out numbers for three rounds and he, saying no to all of them.
“Father, may I take six steps forward?” Charlotte asks.
“YES!” Your boss finally agrees.
Again, Charlotte leaps forward six steps towards your boss. Mia asks to take four steps forward, and when your boss says, yes, Charlotte turns back to find that Mia is copying her leaping, but, unlike Charlotte, has longer legs. Now, ahead, Mia sticks her tongue out teasingly.
“Cheater,” Charlotte whispers.
“Grow taller,” Mia retorts.
Both girls start laughing. The game continues on. Renjun now heading the two teams, mere feet from touching your boss’ shoulder. “Father, may I take two steps forward?” Renjun asks.
Hearing how close Renjun is your boss starts chuckling, “hmmm…Renjun? Is that you?” He asks. Not answering Renjun holds in his laughter. “How many steps was the last time you asked?” Your boss tries to think. “Uh, yes?” He questions himself. “Yes, you may.”
Stepping forward two large steps, Renjun can smell your boss’ cologne as a light breeze blows against them. So close to tapping his shoulder and winning the games.
“Father, may I take five steps?” Jeno asks further back.
“No.”
Frustrated Jeno falls onto the grass, his hands gripping his hair. If your boss had said yes, he could have won the game.
“Father, may I take four steps forward?” Charlotte asks squinting as she asks the question.
“Uh…” Your boss starts fidgeting. “You may…”
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“Open this damn door now!” Renjun screams from the other side.
Your eyes closing you relish in your orgasm. Body shaking, covered in goosebumps – mind and soul leaving you completely. Smirking at your fucked out state Haechan rushes over to the door unlocking it.
“What?” He peeks his head out.
“What the fuck is going on there?” Renjun’s face and ears burning a brilliant red. “Move!” He pushes against the door making Haechan back away before he gets crushed. Rounding the corner Renjun comes face to face with your lifeless form on the counter. Stripped of everything but your bra. “WH-WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”
Stunned beyond belief he moves closer to you. Arms glued to his side, eyes wild and jaw tight. “What the fuck did you do to her?” His hands ball up into fists.
Haechan comes up to him from behind resting his palms on Renjun’s shoulders. Lowering himself to his ears a devilish smirk on his face he whispers, “just had a little fun with our girl,” he chuckles.
Renjun tears himself away from Haechan glaring daggers. “Why did you do this?” He asks. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been nothing but nice to you! I’ve shown you nothing but kindness and understanding and this,” he points to you as you start coming to again. “This is what you do to your friends? This is how you treat people who you’re supposed to care about? Y-You slither your way like a fucking snake into their relationships and fuck everything up? What is your problem?!”
Haechan rolls his eyes stepping away from Renjun. Seeing you start to move around he walks up to you, being careful of your juices that still soak the floor. Moving your legs open slightly he stands between them opening his arms to wrap them around you. Limp in his hold he pulls you flush against him, his hand going up to cup your cheek ever so gently.
“Baby,” he calls to you. Your eyes fluttering open to see him smiling down at you. “Are you still with us?” He asks chuckling.
“Mmhmm…” is all you can manage to say. Resting your head under his chin he holds you tight in his arms.
“We have some company,” he kisses the top of your head. “Can you wake up enough to say hi to them?” He asks you. “I believe they’re worried about you,” he looks over to Renjun.
“W-Worried?!” Renjun marches forward his feet sliding under him. “What the hell?” He looks down the floor shining under the light. “What the hell is this? Water?”
“No, that’s not water,” Haechan lifts up your chin with his index finger. “That’s from our girl here,” he kisses you gently your body starting to come alive as if he were a prince and you Sleeping Beauty.
“Ge-Get away from her!” Renjun grabs your clothes from the floor shoving Haechan’s hand away.
Paying Renjun no mind, Haechan holds you tight. “Baby, wake up. Look who’s here,” he turns your face to Renjun. Languidly your gaze goes into the direction Haechan points you. Eyes blurry mind still trying to move through the fog of ecstasy you felt from finally being able to cum, you see a familiar face.
Eyes worried behind round glasses. Their brows knitted together in both anger and concern. Mouth hanging open words not able to come from their lips. The fog clearing. Your sight becoming less distorted, their face becoming clearer — awareness rushing toward you like a punch to the gut. Gasping for air you wiggle in Haechan’s hold. Flailing around frantically trying to move away from the person before you. Searching the ground for the clothes that were once on your body.
“Re-Re-Renjun!” You squeak. “No! Please! N-No!”
“Looks like someone’s a little shy,” Haechan laughs while keeping you in his arms.
“Ge-Get off me you jerk!” You smack his arms. “Renjun, please! Th-This isn’t what it looks like!”
You try to say but this is exactly what it looks like. Almost completely naked aside from your bra you’re still on top of the sink in the hotel’s bathroom, where you just came harder than you ever have in your life. Haechan, being the culprit, the seducer, the devil, and the man who has brought you to heaven and back with just his mouth, fingers and words. This is EXACTLY what it looks like.
“Don’t be shy,” Haechan whispers as he covers you with his body.
“Where are my clothes?” You look around the floor.
“Right here,” Renjun mumbles holding up your clothes in his hands. “Here,” he looks away from you.
His face so hurt, so saddened, it tears you apart. Your heart breaking again and again the longer you look at him. What were you thinking? Why would you let Haechan touch you? Kiss you? How could you be this stupid?
“I’m so sorry,” you cry out. Tears falling onto your cheeks. “I’m sorry…”
“Now now,” Haechan sighs snatching your clothes from Renjun tossing them down towards the last sink. “Enough of the tears, and don’t you dare look at her like that!” He shouts.
“Like what?!” Renjun snaps. “I’m not looking at her because unlike someone I have respect for her!” His face darkening, eyes bloodshot as if he’s on the verge of tears.
Scoffing Haechan props you up before barricading you from Renjun. “And I don’t? Look just because I’m not afraid to show how much I like her, how much I want to be with her, how much I need her — in more ways than one, doesn’t mean I have no respect for her. Because you know what, Renjun!” He steps forward poking his friend in the chest pushing him away from you. “I do! I see her as the beautiful sexy temptress that she is. I see her as a strong and independent woman that can boss me around and still make me fall for her! I’m not sitting on my ass trying to be the ‘good guy’ and play nice all the time. That’s you!” He backs Renjun against the wall, his body hovering over him.
“You can call me anything you want! A jerk! An ass! A snake, I don’t fucking care because here’s the truth,” he leans down to his ear. “I’ve been having my way with her all day. What have you done? Kiss her?” He chuckles. “Tell me this, how long would it have taken you to see her like this? How long would you have waited to taste her? To fuck her?” He moves to the side giving Renjun a quick glimpse at your still almost completely nude form. Having since pulled up your bra so your nipples weren’t showing anymore, you have your hands blocking your most private area.
Renjun’s eyes drift from yours down to your nose, lips, neck — seeing faint kiss marks from Haechan with what he just did and kiss marks from when the two of you were on the bus. His eyes continuing down your body stopping at your breasts. Seeing your chest rise and fall as you breathe heavily from his intense gaze. Traveling down your body he glosses over every curve his tongue sliding over his lips when his gaze stops just below your belly button.
“Look at her,” Haechan goes to Renjun’s side. “How long would you have waited to see her like this?” He asks him his voice still a whisper. “Don’t you want to know how she sounds when you’re kissing her body? How she feels under your touch? How she tastes?” Again, Renjun wets his lips. Pupils dilating the more Haechan goes on. “She’s right here in front of you.” Haechan steps away giving him a full view of you from across the room. “What are you going to do, Renjun?”
For what feels like minutes you stare at Renjun. His face bright red from what you don’t know. Anger, embarrassment, shyness, lust? You can’t tell. His eyes just stare into yours unreadable and unreachable. He takes a tentative step forward. Eyes glued to yours as he makes his way up to you. Gulping you find yourself trying to cover up more. Hand clamping down between your legs while the other wraps around your chest. Coiling in on yourself trying not to show any unnecessary skin. Renjun stands in front of you. Hands at his sides, eyes still clouded over in uncertainty.
Bringing his hand up he strokes down over your hair. Instantly tears well up in your eyes. Renjun wraps his arms around you pulling you close to him, shielding you from Haechan. Holding you tight he kisses the top of your head.
“Did he hurt you?” He whispers into your ear.
Shaking your head, you cling to him for dear life. “N-No… I’m sorry, Renjun…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”
He pulls back shaking his head. “There is no need to say sorry. When Haechan was pulling you away I was worried,” he takes hold of your wrist that was covering your chest seeing your bandaged hand. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Our boss told Charlotte and I what happened.”
“CH-CHARLOTTE?!” Fear washes over you as your gaze sets on where the door is.
“Don’t worry I came alone,” he pulls your attention back to him. “What happened?” He looks at you but then back at Haechan. “With her hand,” he clarifies.
Haechan looks at Renjun questioningly. His eyes roaming over his face, brows knitted together as if he were trying to figure out a puzzle. “The ropes rubbed her hands raw,” he walks over standing next to you. “They were a little bloody but I cleaned them and wrapped them. She should be fine until later tonight.” He keeps his eyes locked on Renjun.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks you. “I would have helped you,” he cups your cheek in his hand.
“I-I didn’t know until Haechan pointed it out. I mean my hands were hurting but I didn’t think it was that bad. I’m sorry.”
Renjun cracks a smile, “again, you don’t have to be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He looks down to the last sink where Haechan threw your clothes. “Why don’t we get you dressed?” He asks you.
“What?!” Haechan shouts. “Are you kidding me?”
“No!” Renjun snaps. “I’m not kidding.”
“Dude she is literally in front of you undressed and the only thing on your mind is to put her clothes back on?!” Haechan scoffs rolling his eyes. “You know what, fine!” He marches down to the last sink grabbing your clothes. “You want to pretend like you’re the good guy here be my guest.” He shoves your clothes into his arms. “But I’m not buying it for one second! I saw the way you kissed her! Hell, all of us did. You want her just as badly as I do! Why don’t you just admit to yourself that you want her?”
“Haechan, drop it!” Renjun turns from him clutching your clothes in his arms.
“No! I want to know! Do you want to know what she was like when she knew you were behind the door?”
Gasping you turn to Haechan, “stop!”
“She was spread eagle for me while I was eating her out. Pussy dripping wet at just the thought of you coming in here and seeing her like that. Moaning like a little slut,” Haechan starts laughing. “Should have seen —"
Out of nowhere your clothes drop to the ground as Renjun swings around his hand balling up into a fist, punching Haechan square in his jaw. Clenching his jaw, fumbling from the punch, Haechan barely holds himself up from falling onto the ground.
“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP! DO YOU EVER STOP TALKING?!”
“Renjun…” you whisper eyes wide. Never in a million years would you guess Renjun would do something like that.
“I-I…” he looks at you stunned by his own behavior.
“Little shit,” Haechan chuckles from the ground. “Didn’t think you had it in you…”
“Haechan,” you whisper reaching a hand out for him.
“I’m good,” he holds up his hands but then lunges forward punching Renjun. Falling back into the edge of the sink Renjun lets out a scream. Hands clutching his now busted lip and his side. He looks up at Haechan startled. Exhaling deeply Haechan rolls his neck loud cracks echoing off the barren walls. “Did that feel good?” He looks down at Renjun. “Feel good to let out what you’ve been feeling this whole time?”
“Fuck you,” Renjun hisses. “Fuck that hurt…” he brings his hand down blood smearing on his fingertips.
“Renjun!” Sliding down from the sink you go to rush to him but Haechan wraps his arms around your waist instead. “Haechan! Let me go!” You fight in his arms. “He’s hurt!”
“And I’m not?!” He looks at you stunned. “Plus, he’s a big boy he’ll be alright.”
“Don’t touch her!” Renjun stands up eyes wild and burning with fire.
Quirking a brow, Haechan slides one of his hands up your body slowly. Caressing your stomach which makes you inhale deeply. Body trembling against his chilly fingers. “Oh, I think she likes it when I touch her.” He continues his journey up your body gripping one of your breasts in his hand. “Isn’t that right baby?” He lowers his head pressing his lips against your neck. “Had you moaning and begging for me to make you cum, didn’t I?” He asks you his other hand slipping between your legs cupping your core.
“Haechan!” Renjun glares body shaking with rage. “I said don’t touch her!”
Looking up, his face still close to your neck he snickers, “make me.” He taunts. “By the way, you should have seen how wet she got when she knew you were right outside,” Haechan starts to rub between your waiting folds. “Was dripping all over the counter. Had to slurp everything up.” He kisses your neck fingers rubbing over your clit.
“Ah!!!” You moan your pelvis jerking forward.
“You should come closer Renjun, she’s already getting wet. You like it when there are people around don’t you? Like being watched,” Haechan kisses from the base of your neck up to your jaw. “Want Renjun to play with you too, don’t you?” He asks looking at Renjun as he toys with your pussy. “You want to feel his mouth on you, isn’t that right?”
“Haechan, please…” you beg for him to stop.
“Look at her,” Haechan holds up his hand his fingers glistening with your juices. “Look at how wet she is. She’s waiting for you, Renjun.”
Renjun stares at Haechan’s glistening fingers coated in your wetness. Gulping loudly his eyes trailing down to your face. Eyes half closed, chest rising and falling, all the way down to your exposed wet core. Never in a million years did he ever think he would have been able to talk to you. Far too shy to approach you. Only watching and wondering who you were and what you were really like from far away. Never in a million years did he think that you were going to pick his name. Praying that somehow you would pick him ensuring an opportunity to talk to you, to get to know you — miraculously someone from above must have heard him and decided to back him up because it happened! His prayers answered.
Until everything shattered before his eyes seeing you and Haechan together in the backseat of the bus. Deceit from his best friend clear as day. Regretting ever admitting even in the slightest that he was interested in you. Especially, after Haechan thought you liked him. That was his biggest mistake. Haechan being the friend full of confidence. Haechan being the friend that everyone loved to be around even when he was acting like a dick –was still somehow entertaining and fun to be around.
The way he holds himself, how he can talk to just about anyone — one of the reasons Renjun wanted to be friends with him in the first place. After almost half a year of friendship. Half a year of getting to know each other, spending time together feeling more like family then friends — the one person in his life who he trusted more than anyone was the person who has betrayed him the most.
Watching Haechan’s fingers rub over your clit, your body wiggling in his grasp. Bandaged hand covering your mouth as you hold back moan after moan Renjun watches with impassive eyes. This was supposed to be him. He was the person who was supposed to kiss you, hold you, love you, and make love to you. And yet here he is. Standing in front of you as his best friend dips his fingers inside of you. A loud whimper coming from you that you just couldn’t hold back, not even for his sake.
Then again…
Renjun’s eyes lift to yours. Tears dripping down onto your cheeks. His heart breaking to see you look like this. His heart beating faster the longer he looks at you. Wanting so desperately to pull you away from Haechan, to wrap you in his arms, and show you what love is like and can be like — but Haechan was right. How long would it have taken him to talk to you? Would he have ever gotten the courage to do so? And how long would it have taken for him to kiss you? Your flirtations being brought on only because Haechan told you he liked you.
If he kept his secret… Renjun steps forward, would you have even tried to kiss him? If you didn’t know he liked you, would you have even agreed to spend time with him on the trip? No matter how enraged he is feeling on the inside, Renjun reaches out cupping your cheek in his hand. Haechan made all of this happen.
Leaning into his touch your lips brush over the palm of his hand. Inhaling sharply Renjun’s eyes finally soften. If it wasn’t for Haechan he wouldn’t have had the courage to talk to you in the first place, whether or not you picked his name out of the hat, his stupid bet being the main reason. If it wasn’t for Haechan saying that he told you he liked you, he would have never approached you at the gas station wanting to talk to you.
You would have never linked your arm with his and he would have never felt like he was going to have a heart attack from the excitement he felt. If it wasn’t for Haechan he would have never kissed you the way he did. Hungry and desperate to feel your lips on his. To let you know exactly how he felt all those months pining for you. And if it wasn’t for Haechan, he wouldn’t have the courage to —
Moving his hand from your cheek Renjun grips a hold of your neck. Ripping off his glasses, he tosses them behind you onto the sink and yanks you to him. Your lips landing hard against his.
“About damn time,” Haechan smirks hopping up onto the sink.
Renjun’s hold on your neck keeps you locked in place. His other arm wrapping around you, gripping your waist tightly. Your arms wrap around his small frame getting lost in the way his lips move across yours. Gently but with a strong sense of urgency and passion behind each kiss upon your lips. Moaning when he nips your bottom lip your mouth opens allowing him entrance. Without hesitation Renjun deepens the kiss his tongue swirling around yours. Turning things sloppy and wet. Making your legs clench together as you feel wetness start to trickle down your inner thigh. Clenching the back of your neck he shoves his tongue further into your mouth, your back arching, his arm keeping you steady as he drives you crazy with just a mere kiss.
Pulling back gasping for air Renjun stares into your eyes. Pupils dilated chest rising and falling quickly he gives you another kiss this one softer. His grip on you starts to loosen. Hand falling from your neck giving you a chance to wrap your arms around his neck. His arms wrapping you in a tight embrace, hands resting at the button of your back.
“Is it true?” He whispers against your lips.
“Tr-True?” You stutter when he moves from your lips to your cheek.
“Were you thinking about me?” His voice soft against your skin making his kiss burn hotter.
“Yes!” You moan feeling him trail kisses down your neck.
“What were you thinking about?” He sucks on your neck.
“A-About you coming in,” you lean your neck back giving him access.
“Mmmhmm,” he nips your neck. “Anything else?”
“Y-You taking o-over,” your body starts to warm up. Cheeks burning brightly.
Smiling against your neck Renjun gazes up at you. “Take over? What exactly did you want me to do?” He kisses a line back up to your lips.
“T-To kiss me a-and touch me,” you look away embarrassment consuming you. “To f-feel your mouth on me…”
“So naughty,” Haechan hops down coming up behind you. “Thinking of another man like that,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “I think we should give her what she wants. Don’t you think?” He asks Renjun.
“We?” Renjun quirks a brow. “Haven’t you had enough of her already?”
“Hell no, plus,” he slides his hand around your body to between your legs causing you to cry out. “I want to see her squirt again,” he slides his middle finger inside of you.
Renjun steps back watching Haechan pump his finger inside of you. “What happens doesn’t leave this room?” He states instead of asks.
“Of course,” Haechan pulls his hand away sliding his coated finger into his mouth sucking off your juices. “My lips are sealed. Don’t want to share her with anyone else,” he grips your chin turning your head to kiss you. “Well, no one but you,” he winks at Renjun.
“So, what should we do first?” Renjun asks Haechan but his eyes stay on you.
“Hmmm, how about we set you up again on the sink. Let’s show Renjun that pretty pussy of yours, shall we?” Haechan moves away from you.
“Re-Renjun…” you whisper.
He nods towards you his sweet gentle smile appearing on his face again. Haechan pulls you back to the sink and helps you up so you don’t put too much weight on your hands. Spreading your legs for you, Haechan squats down. “Don’t be shy,” he looks back towards Renjun. “Not like you’re a virgin,” he snorts.
“Shut it, okay?” Renjun walks over to him. “I just didn’t think any of this would be happening, right now…” he whispers.
“Well, it is…” Haechan pulls him down next to him. “She’s already soaking wet. Must really like you,” he rubs his thumb over your clit making you twitch.
“How can you be so shameless?” Renjun places his hand on your knee to steady himself. Holding in a moan your legs start to close.
“Man, what kind of hold do you have on her?” Haechan chuckles pushing your legs open. “You touch her and she reacts.”
Renjun looks up at you shocked. Turning away from him you close your eyes. What Haechan said was true. Just a simple touch to your body from Renjun makes you react. Body sizzling under his cool chilly fingers. Both afraid and eager for him to touch you more and to touch you where you dare not say.
“Go on,” Haechan moves away.
Moving closer to you Renjun gets his first real glance at you. Eyes going wide, lower lip being gnawed by his teeth — his eyes moving over your puffy wet folds. Reaching out a shaky hand he places his thumb on your clit. Instantly your pelvis moves forward, a high-pitched whine coming from you.
“Quiet down, babe,” Haechan chuckles. “Don’t want anyone walking in on us, do we?” He kisses the inside of your leg.
“I-I can’t help i-i —"
Another loud moan comes from you. A wet stripe being placed from your entrance up to your clit. Renjun’s tongue being the culprit.
“Damn, okay,” Haechan chuckles.
He gets up and sits next to you on the counter top. His arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to him. “Like feeling his tongue on your clit?” He asks you.
“Mmmhmm…” you whimper as Renjun once again slides his tongue over your pussy ever so gently. “S-So good,” your entrance clenches wanting to be filled.
“You taste so good…” Renjun moans flicking his tongue over your pulsing nub.
“She does, doesn’t she? Best pussy I’ve tasted,” Haechan lifts your chin up and dips down for a kiss. A slight sweetness entering your mouth when he swipes his tongue into your mouth.
Renjun spreads open your folds your legs opening wider for him. Rubbing over your clit with his index finger he watches as your juices start to seep out of you. His mouth watering, he slurps up your wetness. “You were right, she’s soaking wet,” he chuckles giving your pussy a kiss.
“Must love to get eaten out.” He mumbles against your lips. “You like having someone between your legs?”
“Yes! I love it,” your hand finds its way into Renjun’s hair, running through his short locks. “Feels so good, Renjun.” You whisper. Eyes rolling into the back of your head when he flicks his tongue teasingly over your clit. “Fuck…”
Kissing your sensitive nub, Renjun wraps his lips around it sucking gingerly. Your hand pushing him forward, urging him not to stop. Crying out in pleasure Haechan crashes his lips onto yours trying to keep you as quiet as possible. His hand grabbing onto your breasts massaging roughly. A beautiful contrast to Renjun’s softness. Reaching underneath your bra, pushing it upward, Haechan grasps your nipple — twisting it between his fingers, your body twisting and turning in pleasure.
Never before have you been with two people. Always dating just one person who never wanted to add anyone else to the mix, the old you would have said no way to anyone joining you and your partner in bed — your mind changing slowly with Renjun and Haechan. Perhaps adding someone else to the mix isn’t that bad, especially when it feels this amazing.
Groaning into the kiss you pull away gasping for air. Renjun starts to slurp up your essence his eyes landing on yours. His beautiful innocent eyes staring back at you while eating you out starts the churning in your stomach. Your orgasm building up.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” You whimper. “Feels so good, don’t stop…”
“Gonna cum for Renjun? Make him clean you up?” Haechan kisses your neck, biting your skin, your nipple still being twisted between his fingers.
“Yes! Fuck!!” You start moving your hips against Renjun’s lips feeling your orgasm closing in. Body trembling and eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Shit!” You scream as your climax hits you. Twisting and turning uncontrollably, stars sparkling behind your closed eyes. Legs clenching around Renjun’s head making him push your legs open as he keeps licking over your pussy.
“That’s our girl,” Haechan pecks your lips, “but I think we can do better don’t you think?” There is a dark smirk laced behind Haechan’s words. His hand traveling down to your pulsating nub. “Renjun, you may want to move off to the side,” Haechan chuckles. “Unless you don’t mind getting soaking wet,” he peers at you. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
Still riding off the orgasm Renjun caused you, Haechan rubs over your sensitive nub gently, warming you back up. “Hae-Haechan,” you cup the side of his face in your hand.
“I want you to show Renjun what you can do,” he kisses the tip of your nose the sweetest smile on his face, making him look like a kid excited to show his friend his new toy.
“I-I,” you’re cut off with his fingers sliding into you. Your head falls back onto the mirror the feeling of finally being filled making you blank out for a second.
Your walls clamp down around Haechan’s fingers. “So tight,” he twists his fingers around inside of you. “Want something else inside you, don’t you?”
“Mmhmm…” you sigh at the thought of being filled up by both Haechan and Renjun. Them fucking you until your mind goes blank, body limp from being used. Their cum dripping from your pussy. A loud moan echoes off the walls. Your eyes flying open as Haechan hits your g-spot. “R-Right there!” You say in urgency. “Please don’t stop!”
“Not gonna happen,” he pulls away slightly angling his hand better as he slams his fingers in and out of you.
Your breath hitches as your third orgasm starts to build up. Arms propping you up, eyes closed tight. Squelching sounds from Haechan’s fingers and your soaking wet juices along with your whimpers the only sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls. Renjun rests his head on the inside of your knee. Eyes glued to your pussy; lip tightly buried under his top teeth. Hungrily waiting for you to show him your special skill. A groan comes from Haechan. The veins in his forearm pronounced as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. Sweat builds around his forehead, dampening the hair that touches his neck. Eyes laser focused on the task at hand.
“I-I-I’m coming!” You scream as your orgasm hits you hard just like when Renjun was banging on the door. Your mind goes blank. Eyes rolling into the back of your head. Haechan slams his fingers inside of you once more when you feel yourself spray your juices out. His fingers pull from you, rubbing over your clit ferociously. “Fuck!!!!” You scream as you continue spraying onto the already wet floor.
Haechan’s hand slows down as your wetness does too. Body shivering Haechan holds onto you the moment he sees you sliding down. Renjun standing up quickly, gripping your thighs so you don’t fall off.
“S-So fucking hot,” Haechan breathes heavily. “How did we get so lucky?” He turns your head to kiss him. Your lips moving lazily over his. Still on cloud nine, mind body and soul floating above you in ecstasy.
“Don’t forget about me,” Renjun pouts.
Releasing you from his hold Haechan lets you fall into Renjun’s arms. He holds you tight, lips pressed against yours. Tongue entering your mouth your body comes alive at the memory of what he did to you moments ago. Pulling him closer to you, you push your pelvis against his — feeling how hard he was under his jeans. A groan passes Renjun’s lips when you rub your pelvis against his.
“Fuck,” he pulls back. “Want more don’t you?” He asks grasping your face in his hands.
“Yes. I want you,” you try to kiss him but he pulls back. “Re-Renjun!” You whine.
Chuckling he shakes his head. “As much as I want to continue, we need to get out of here before someone really comes by looking for us.” Reaching into his back pocket he pulls out the card key to the luxury suite. “Plus, I’m sure we’ll be more comfortable in a bedroom as opposed to a bathroom.”
“Fuck yeah!” Haechan grabs the card key. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
Stroking your hair lovingly, Renjun kisses the top of your head. “Who invited you?” He turns to Haechan.
Haechan stops dead in his tracks. “Wait what?”
Renjun reaches down and picks up your clothes. “I said, who invited you? I don’t think you won the luxury suite.” He helps you put your shirt back on then turns to Haechan. “If anyone Charlotte should be the one sharing the luxury suite with us,” he smirks. “She’s the one who helped me win it while the two of you were…taking care of an injury?”
“Charlotte’s married! What the hell man! Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with a married woman!” Haechan rushes over. “Plus, how are you ever going to deal with this one?” He points to you; your panties now being pulled up your body. “Trust me it will take two of us to satisfy her!” He whines as you slide into your jeans, Renjun buttoning them for you.
“I never intended anything to happen with Charlotte and I,” he grimaces. “To even think I would do that is disgusting. Also, I think I’m fully capable and equipped to handle our girl here,” lifting your chin with his index finger Renjun kisses you gently. “You should consider yourself lucky I let things go this far.”
Grabbing your socks, Renjun bends down and slides them onto your feet. “Please, you’re kidding me, right? Also, why are you making it sound like the two of you are dating. You couldn’t even talk to her this morning! No way in hell the two of you are together!” As soon as your shoes are put on your feet Haechan grabs your wrist yanking you away from Renjun. “It’s both of us or no one,” he wraps his arms around you tightly. “If it’s with you I don’t mind sharing her! But if you even think about trying to take her for yourself, I can assure you I will do everything in my power to interfere every step of the way!”
Renjun’s brows knit together. “Shut up,” he turns away. “Also, clean this shit up,” he points down at the wet floor. “Since you caused it,” he holds out his hand. “Come on, Charlotte is probably worried sick about you.”
“What the hell!” Haechan moves you away from Renjun. “I didn’t cause this! Our little fountain did!”
“I can’t clean it up!” You hold up your hands. “I’m injured,” you make sniffing noises like you’re about to cry.
Trying to hold back a laugh Haechan turns from you. “Just call for a janitor and say that the floor is wet,” Haechan holds onto your wrist pulling you away from Renjun and around the soaking wet floor. “We’ll discuss sleeping arrangements later,” he wraps his arm around your waist.
Renjun comes up beside you as you all exist the bathroom, first aid kit in hand. “Excuse me,” Renjun grips your wrist. “Your partner is probably in the lobby waiting to get your card key. We’re going upstairs. Lunch is going to be ready soon anyway,” he sighs. “We’ll talk about all of this after the movie tonight.”
Haechan chuckles, “was planning on having a little fun during the movie tonight.”
“NO!” Renjun stands in front of you. “You had your fun for now. Just let her breathe for two seconds. You’re like a dog in heat!”
“So, what I have to follow your rules? Is that it? I can only be around her when you say it’s okay?”
“No…” Renjun groans. “Like I said we’ll talk about it AFTER THE MOVIE! Just let her relax for the evening. She came twice already. You can’t be serious about wanting to fool around with her when we’ll be in a room surrounded by our co-workers and our boss! How dumb are you? Do you want to get fired?”
“Okay, wow, rude,” Haechan scoffs. “I’m not dumb and we wouldn’t get caught at all. This is your first trip with all of us. Trust me, our boss falls asleep after the first part of the movie. People are talking and texting and chatting away. We’d be in the back corner away from everyone. No one would know at all. AND…technically, it was three times.” Haechan smirks. “Would have been more but I was having to much fun making her wait. Isn’t that right, baby?” He winks at you.
Pushing you towards the elevators, Renjun glares in Haechan’s direction. “Stop calling her baby. She’s not your baby.”
“I’ll call her anything I want to!” Haechan shouts. “See you soon, ba…by!”
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Haechan runs off towards the noise that was coming down the hallway around the corner. Renjun with his hand at the center of your back leads you to the elevators. A strange energy permeating from him. Unsure exactly what to say and feel after that rather intimate, spontaneous, and sensual moment all three of you just had. When Haechan told you that Renjun was interested in you, you didn’t know how to feel. Having told Charlotte you would absolutely pass on Renjun and even thinking he was gay — now wanting to know what he tastes like, what it would feel like to fuck and be fucked by him, wanting to feel his mouth and tongue on you once again.
This isn’t what you expected at all. Glancing at Renjun as he presses the button for the elevator you can’t help but wonder if things didn’t progress this quickly what it would have been like to date him. A tiny smile comes to your face as you remember him walking up to you. Finally, looking at him for the first time up close — thinking how handsome and pure, he was and even now, still is. How he stuttered and twitched and avoided your eyes. The cutest person alive!
Things would have gone incredibly slow. Secret glances towards each other. Small touches that made your hearts flutter. Whispering whatever was on your mind with each other leaving both of you in a fit of giggles. All leading up to hopefully Renjun, asking you out on your first official date. Most likely out for lunch and then a stroll through the park. Nodding you stare as the numbers descend down to the main floor. Renjun seems like a simple first date type of guy. Nothing extravagant but also nothing private and personal.
Your first time, granted hasn’t happened yet, but with the way things were just now — only time will tell when that will happen. But if you’re thinking about things in a traditional sense, it would be a long time until the two of you would have sex. Absolutely after you were going out for a few months. Really solidifying the relationship. Perhaps even after meeting each other’s families at least for a short period of time, like picking up the other or dropping the other off. Now, you gulp staring at him, you only hope that by the end of this weekend you’ll be able to find out what it’s like to sleep with him.
The elevator dings, the doors opening. Opening his arm gesturing for you to walk in first you go inside, Renjun following behind and pressing the button to the top floor. No one else in the elevator, away from prying eyes you start fiddling with your fingers. You need to apologize to him. An actual apology, not one when you’re almost naked and with Haechan around to butt in.
“Renjun, I —"
He sighs. “We’ll talk about everything when we get inside. Our bags are already in the room, so we’ll have a chance to talk before we head down for lunch.” He keeps his face forward towards the doors, not looking back at you.
“Th-The games, what were the last two?”
“The one after tug-of-war was a relay race. Charlotte and I needed to do two things each. She had to spin around a baseball bat ten times before jumping rope, while I had to dribble a soccer ball through cones, scoring a goal and then hula hoop. We finished second.” He glances back at you. “I would have asked Charlotte to take your place so don’t feel guilty at all,” he looks down at your hands. “Tonight, before we go to sleep, we’ll see how they look and change the bandages.” His eyes widen his head quickly turning back to the doors. “Th-The second game,” he starts shifting back and forth like he’s nervous about something. “Umm, the second game, was ‘father may I,’ well…mother but considering it was our boss,” he clears his throat. “And of course, we won with Charlotte winning it for us. She says you owe her a girl’s day and night in the luxury suite.”
Giggling you nod, “as expected. I’m truly sorry that I couldn’t participate for the last two games. Because of Haechan or not, even if I got bandaged up and left, I would have felt terrible not being able to participate to help win the room for us. Next time we may not be partners and…I just wanted to make your first time was enjoyable,” you whisper lowly.
Gasping loudly as arms wrap around you. Pulling you tight against him, Renjun rests his cheek next to yours. Your heart bursts through your chest, arms wrapping around him tightly, trying to fuse your bodies together. “As long as I’m with you I’ll be okay. Plus, Charlotte I think would kill you if you even tried to have participated in the games,” he chuckles.
“I think you’re right,” you sigh gently as his sweet floral smell washes over you. “I am sorry, Renjun. I didn’t mean for things to end up like that. I don’t know what happened.”
“I know you like Haechan but please know that I like you too, so much and I don’t want to lose you before I even had the chance to have you,” he kisses your cheek gently.
The elevator dings the doors opening and Renjun pulls away quickly. Taking hold of your hand as gently as he can he pulls you out of the elevator and towards the last door in the hallway. As you draw closer to the door your body grows excited. Wanting to see what exactly a luxury suite really entails. A beautiful view and a gigantic bed waiting for you to jump onto and seep into its softness. Stopping at the door, Renjun presses the card key up to the lock, the light turning green. Opening the door, he walks in first, you tugging along behind excited, but when you get through the door — Renjun slams it shut, pushing your back against it.
“Re-Renju—"
He slams his lips down onto yours. Mind going wild with this sudden change in Renjun’s manner, your arms wrap around his shoulders hoping this kiss doesn’t end any time soon. His lips move across yours hastily. Hands wrapping around your waist pulling you against him. Pelvis touching yours, his length poking against you. Pulling back a moan comes from you. Pushing your pelvis forward so you can feel his length again his hands falling to your waist.
“Shit,” he hisses.
“Renjun~~” you moan his name sweetly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Eyes closing Renjun steadies himself. Hand pressing against the door, your hips rolling against his while he holds onto you with his other hand. “I-I didn’t want,” he grunts when you slide your fingers over his clothed girth. “Fuck…”
Giggling you grip him through his jeans, “you didn’t want…what?”
His breath catches in his throat as you palm his length. “I-I –” his hips start to move along with your hand. “I wanted to have more self-control than this.” Giggling at his sweet confession you rub your fingers over his length smiling up at him when his lustful eyes switch, something brewing deep inside. He grabs your wrist pulling your hand away. “NO! STOP!” He alarms you.
“Wh-What is it?” You ask concerned worried you’ve overstepped.
“Your hand,” he brings your hand up to his lips pressing a soft kiss on the tops of your fingers. “I don’t want you to make them worse. I already feel terrible that I didn’t take notice earlier…”
“Renjun…” you whisper staring at him. His eyes down casted looking at your bandaged hand as if he were the one who caused you this pain in the first place. Cupping his cheek in your hand you lift his face up to meet yours. Leaning in, you gingerly place your lips on his.
Even with himself in the state he’s in. Hardened cock, breathless and indeed of a release, his mind and priority are on you. Not wanting you to get hurt even more so than you already are. Wondering if you did something amazing in a past life to deserve someone as sweet and caring as Renjun – you pull him against you, hips grinding against his.
“Thank you for worrying about me,” your lips tremble against his as his length rubs over your already dripping clothed core, “but I’ll be fine.” Your lips brush over his, hot breath mixing together with his.
“No,” he shakes his head. “You need to heal first. My needs don’t matter,” he moves his lips from yours trailing them down your chin to your jaw.
How can he say that his needs don’t matter? They absolutely matter! Suddenly, as if there was a lightbulb hanging over your head, an idea pops into your mind. If Renjun won’t let you touch him with your hands, well, there is still one way you can get what you both desire.
“I guess you’re right,” you slide your body down his until your squatting, face level with his girth. Back pressed against the chilly door, your hands grip Renjun’s tiny but firm thighs. “I suppose my mouth will do,” you balance yourself and reach up to the front of his jeans.
“Wh-What are –” he stares flabbergasted as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. “Shit…” he whispers when his eyes meet yours. With one swift movement you tug his jeans down his legs until they pool at his feet. Covering himself before you make eye contact with his length, Renjun looks away from you. Eyes shaking, cheeks and ears bright as the sunrise itself. “Y-You don’t have to do this… You should rest especially after –” he drifts off unable to say what happened in the bathroom.
Placing your hands over his you shake your head. “I want to, Renjun… so bad…”
“R-Really?!” He gulps loudly.
Feeling your own cheeks start to warm you slowly move his hands to his sides. “Yes, you made me feel so good, Renjun. It made me think of doing a lot more with you. So so much more,” you bite your lower lip when you finally see the impression of his cock under his briefs. Instinctively, you lick your lips feeling yourself wanting to drool just looking at him. Precum creating a wet mark around his tip.
Lifting yourself up higher you place gentle kisses along his length. A long soft sigh escapes him. His head leaning back, eyes closing shut. Heading for the tip you wrap your lips around the wetness sucking in his essence. Renjun whimpers hands resting at his side balling into tight fists. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you slurp up as much of him as you can. A natural sweet taste dancing across your taste buds. Only the slightest bitter taste at the back of his sweetness. Wanting to taste more of him you pull back grabbing the waistband of his briefs. Pulling his briefs down you’re almost hit on the cheek by his cock springing forward.
Giggling you look up at him. Eyes laser focused on you; you gently blow onto his swollen head. He shivers in your grasp making you smile and blow onto him again, this time going up and down his shaft. Eyes becoming hooded he gnaws on his bottom lip. Chest rising and falling quickly the longer you tease him. Wanting to hear him beg for you. Wanting to see him come undone you kiss the base of his cock moving up along his length until you place an open-mouthed kiss on the tip – your tongue just gracing over his slit.
“Shit!!!” Renjun gasps hands slamming flat against the door.
“Like that?” You giggle as you kiss along his length again.
“Mmmhmm…” he hums lips in a hard line. When you get close to the tip of his cock you open your mouth again allowing your tongue to brush against him. “F-Fuck!” Renjun starts panting. “Pl-Please…” he whispers.
“Please?” You look up at him, the head of his cock resting just above your lips.
Peeling his hand from the door, Renjun strokes your hair gently, his hand sliding under your chin lifting your head so your lips are touching the underside of his tip. His hips jerk forward, cock rubbing against your lips. “Fuck! I need you…please!” He whines.
Looking up at Renjun to see the desperation on his face. The neediness in his eyes and soft but firm touch of his hand against your chin – you only wonder what you looked like to Haechan. Completely at his mercy to get you off, how he kept teasing you when all you wanted to do was cum. Your heart starts racing imagining Renjun turning into a mess because of you. Body seconds from collapsing to the ground in need of a release. Clenching your legs together you open your mouth, your tongue poking out.
Giving the underside of his swollen tip a lick, Renjun cries out in pleasure. “You need me?” You ask him, sliding the tip of your tongue from the base of his cock to the head. His cries getting louder and needer as you continue.
“Yes! Please!” His body starts shaking. Wrapping your mouth around the tip you suck gently. Tongue swirling around, sucking up the remnants of precum that glisten in the light. Whiny breathy moans come from Renjun as you focus solely on the head of his cock. “Fuck! Please…I can’t take it anymore!” His hand grips your locks, hips rolling gently. Trying to get more of your mouth on him.
Opening your mouth more you slide down onto his cock. A drawn-out whimper making you look up at to find Renjun clenching his shirt with his free hand. Giving you a nice view of his flat smooth tummy. Bobbing your head up and down you take half his length, still teasing him – you use more of your tongue than your lips. Hips thrusting up to meet your mouth, Renjun finds a nice rhythm that has you rubbing your thighs together. Doing everything in your power to reduce the aching need between your legs. When Renjun starts to pick up his pace, wanting to feel more of his length in your warm wet mouth his free hand drops his shirt and finds refuge in your hair.
Hollowing your cheeks, you start gulping him down. Immediately Renjun’s grip on your hair tightens. His moans getting louder and breathy as you take as much of him in your mouth as possible. Pulling back with a gasp of air, eyes on Renjun you kiss the tip before sliding back down around his length. This time opening your mouth wider taking all of him. Eyes getting watery. Nose starting to run, you move yourself up and down his length. Renjun’s eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Fuck…” He whimpers. “Feels so good,” he rocks his hips, cock going deeper into your mouth.
Humming in response, your hands rest on the tops of your thighs while Renjun starts to fuck your mouth. Gently sliding himself in and out. Hands releasing your hair to cup the sides of your face. His eyes once closed open to see how beautiful you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth. His breathing increases as the feeling to cum starts to take over.
“You’re doing so well,” Renjun praises, thumb caressing your cheek. “Your mouth feels so good around me…”
Smiling as he fucks your mouth, one of Renjun’s hands drifts from your cheek to the back of your neck. Holding you in place he pushes his cock further into your mouth. Body curling in response, your hands shoot up to his thighs. His cock hitting the back of your throat.
“So, fucking good…” he hisses.
Moving faster Renjun dives his cock deeper into your mouth. Both hands now gripping the back of your head. Doing your best to hold your breath, he forces himself down your throat. His moans now deafening as he builds himself up for release. Back now pressed firmly against the wall. No means of escaping you have no other choice but to take everything that Renjun gives you. Your pussy soaking your panties wanting and waiting to taste Renjun’s cum – you suck on him as hard as you can.
“Shit! Shit!” He bucks his hips forward your head resting against the door. Long thick strands of salivia dripping down onto your chin and the floor, you continue to gulp him down. “I’m gonna…” he moves faster. Throat getting abused by his cock. Tears pour down onto your cheeks. Your mouth sore from taking him. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!!” Renjun thrusts far into your mouth, pulling your head forward as he spills into the back of your throat.
Wriggling in his grasp you feel his hot cum pour inside of you. Choking you as some spills out of your mouth. More cum than you’ve ever had to take. Pulling out slowly you suck around him milking every last drop. Far gone, Renjun falls back to the floor panting. Moaning you swallow every last bit of cum he poured into your mouth. His naturally sweet taste making you crave for more. Wanting to taste him again. An aching need to have his cum inside of you, filling you up.
“Fuck…” he whispers watching you lick around your lips where some of his cum seeped out from your mouth. Your fingers wiping up the residue from your chin – only to lick and drink up every last bit of it from your fingers. As he watches you lick your fingers realization sets in. Gasping he leans towards you an arm stretched out, “shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Smirking, a devilish gleam in your eyes, you leap forward pouncing on him. Renjun falling onto his back – you climbing on top of him, straddling his now flaccid cock. His hands grip your waist, eyes trembling in fear and astonishment. Leaning down you kiss him fervently. Lips smacking against his still overcome by how sexy Renjun is. As you kiss him a lingering taste of himself has Renjun wrapping his arms around you tightly, deepening the kiss. The kiss turns sloppy, saliva smearing over your faces, tongues swirling against each other’s when you pull back giving his bottom lip a small bite. Laughing, Renjun sits up, hand going to your neck, as he gnaws gently on your lower lip.
“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.” He chuckles body falling back to rest on the cool hardwood floor.
“Really?” You sit up placing your hands on his stomach. “I wouldn’t want that to happen. We’ve barely started having fun,” you wink at him.
“I didn’t hurt you though, right?” He sits up holding you in his grasp as you slide down onto the floor, legs still wrapped around his waist. “I didn’t mean to lose myself back there. You just felt so good,” he rubs the back of his neck.
“I’m fine, Renjun,” you peck his lips. “More than fine,” you kiss him again this time longer.
“We should probably get down to the cafeteria before anyone starts wondering where we are,” he mumbles against your lips.
Humming in agreement you trail kisses over his cheek and to his neck. “I’m ravenous,” you giggle sucking on his smooth pale skin.
Grabbing your shoulders before you start up another round Renjun pulls back. A little kiss mark being left behind making you smile with glee. “Then let’s get something to eat. Afterwards we can relax for today until the movie?” He asks.
Nodding you untangle yourself from Renjun. He sits up pulling his briefs and jeans up until he completely stands. Making himself look more presentable, he holds out his hands for you. Gripping your wrists, he hoists you to your feet then fixes your hair that he messed up.
Opening the door for you he lets you walk out first, “I think a nice nap would be great! Also, a bath, after this morning, I could use one.” You head in the direction of the elevators.
Closing the door behind him, Renjun’s body stiffens up like a board – including his cock. “Di-Did you say bath?!”
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Hi AUfriend <3
Excuse me marching in here unannounced. I sent some asks to Mareena and Para, and well, I thought that perhaps you might also like these questions. (Feel free to do it in your own time or ignore as spoons allow. <3)
I know we love to talk about breaking the rules in writing and obviously, that not every piece of advice is one-size-fits all, but there is a lot to say about being able to speak with each other about what we have learned during our journey. I was wondering if you wouldn't share. (I also plan on poking some of the others to see what more we can shake out. The more the merrier, no?)
What is the most useful/helpful pieces of advice you ever received during your education in relation to writing?
Once you started to write, what was the most important thing that you learned about writing or its process?
Has your real life had any influence on your writing? If so, how?
What advice would you give to aspiring writers (be it fanfiction or original)?
I would, in fact, like these questions. Give me all the questions. I broke my own advice and deleted a paragraph of this and started over. Then I left and came back a few hours later.
1.) The most useful advice?
Your job is to tell a story. (Stop trying to push multiple things in a narrative, stop trying to impress people, stop wondering what the audience wants, you have one goal- anything extra is extra.) Motivation will not support you, but discipline will. (I wrote everyday, two days off a week. I did this for a year. That year has given me more stamina in terms of writing than any amount of inspiration ever has. Its the reason some stories can exist at all.) The job of a first draft is to exist. (It can't be good until its bad, it can't be bad if it doesn't exist.)
2.) Once you started to write, what was the most important thing you learned?
<Trying to remember when I started writing>
Start small? I started a lot of big projects before I got comfortable doing small projects, and that hurt me in the long run, I think. It isn't a lack of discipline or ability on your part, don't get offended. Its just, small things are a huge confidence builder. I have so many unfinished works on my laptop, that it made me feel like a failure. Having several small completed works helped me have the confidence and know-how to look at a big project and go "no big deal." Also, contrary to popular belief, people do actually like small bits of fanfiction, gen fanfiction even. Short stories do have a market. Those small prompts are really helpful in boosting confidence and practicing in a non-stressful environment. Also, it helps work maintain an even amount of skill. My skills at the beginning of a story are much better than at my endings.
Technical stuff: Warming up will save me time and stress.. I can spend two hours looking at a blank screen or I can spend five minutes on typing exercises and ten minutes free writing. Sitting at a desk is more productive and better than sitting on my bed. I need to have some sort of caffeine and or water next to me. Walking beforehand eases out the jitters. I do better when I am not posting everytime I hit 1 or 5k.
Brand new information: Having a group of writers talking to you and encouraging you about your project makes writing a LOT easier. They give me a positive word and suddenly things start getting accomplished. Its magical. Being dependent on other people for motivation is not healthy, but it IS normal to need affirmation- my mind thinks of it as a really good dose of speed.
3.) Has your real life had any influence on your writing?
I had two immediate responses to this. One was, "I hope so" the other was "Damn, I hope not."
A few things that have probably gotten into my writing:
1.) My relationship with disability
2.) Sometimes people have to live in unhealthy and uncomfortable situations. They live and their lives are still WORTH living, even if things aren't perfect.
3.) Sometimes life changes directions completely and you aren't you you thought you would be by the end.
4.) Some of my favorite fic authors
5.) My family history
There is also a Screwtape Letter's quote that really put my writing into perspective, or really any skilled labor. It eases a lot of insecurity, if this is what I am striving towards.
> “The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.”
4.) What advice would I give?
You have to let yourself suck. You have to let it be bad. You get good by being bad. Writing is an imperfect craft, and if you spend your time trying be perfect- its just going to add a layer of misery to what should be a joy. My friends and family have to drag me away from writing these days. I get irritable if I don't write, because the last little thing that was keeping me from writing- what was filling me with dread- was that need for perfection.
Stop hiding your work. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Do your time letting yourself work through it feeling like a chore. That is a normal part of the journey, feeling like each word is coming at a crawl and "I have no idea why I do this" and "This isn't good." I would compare it to doing scales or running laps. Its hard, repetitive, useless work- but after you've built up the skill and endurance, you can focus on the story you are writing- not if you can do it at all.
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